Sittin' in the rain. Water on your brain. Got a hole in your boat. Trying to stay afloat. Has got you down. . I've got a wind in my sail. Rubber boots and a pail.
All rise. . A reading fom the book of 'Sense Live' song fifty five. Verse one, I ran twenty five miles blind through the wicked terrain. But due to my superior conditioning I maintained and survived.