Running In The Rain Lyrics - Qanda

Well the water's up on Franklin Street 

The rain was coming down all night 

And filling up the Little Conemaugh and Stony Creek 

People scurrying all over town to save their things 

Johnstown came to life with coal and steel 

You could find a job and raise a family 

30,000 souls at church on Sundays 

12 hour shifts, 6 days a week 

We're sorry we can't help you 

We can't free you from the pain 

Nobody's safe from getting wet 

We are all running in the rain 

There was danger in the distance 

Fourteen miles up the valley 

A mountain lake where Pittsburg wealthy came to play 

Held up by a leaky dam that slowly wore away 

We're sorry we can't help you 

We can't free you from the pain 

Nobody's safe from getting wet 

We are all running in the rain 

The final day of May in 1889 

Eight inches fallen on the lake 

There was no time left for warning 

The barrier shifted and gave way 

Twenty thousand tons of water were released 

Crushing bridges, trees, and buildings 

In just ten minutes sweeping Johnstown all away 

Widows weeping for two thousand and two hundred lost that day 

There's one thing about life that's sure, the suffering will come 

But the strong must strive to do what's right 

To protect the little ones 

Slowly the living rose out of the ruins and mud 

They didn't know what part of their old life was left 

There was so much that was gone 

But they determined to stay on 

And those rich folks never came back to the mountain 

Work crews cleared the streets and built Johnstown again 

They remembered those who died 

We still look back and wonder why 

Nobody's gonna help you 

To free you from your pain 

We're not safe from getting wet 

We are all running in the rain