He married young, all rather at his bride's insistence
He played it dumb, walked the line of least resistance
And payed no mind to this and that, no phony answers
If we're going blind, Momma's heart and Daddy's cancers
Turn from the rain for all the good it done you
Turn from the rain you might as well have gone through
But I'll try my hand at another one
All things must pa** that stand beneath the sun
Oh lord, Oh oh
He felt the truth wasn't known to him so I tried pretending
And he raised the roof to see there'd be no happy endings
Out in the night, waited all night, returned at seven
But I tell you son, either way it dies, it will not matter
Turn from the rain for all the good it done you
Turn from the rain you might as well have gone through
But I'll try my hand at another one
All things must pa** that stand beneath the sun
Oh lord, Oh lord
Turn from the rain for all the good it done you
Turn from the rain you might as well have gone through
But I'll try my hand at another one
All things must pa** that stand beneath the sun
Oh lord, Oh oh
Oh lord, Oh no
Oh lord