(Rod McKuen) Some day some old familiar rain Will come along and know my name And then my shelter will be gone And I'll have to move along. But till I do I'll stay awhile And track the hidden country of your smile Some day the man I used to be Will come along and call on me. And then because I'm just a man You'll find my feet are made of sand But till that time I'll tell you lies And chart the hidden boundarys of your eyes. Some day the world I used to know Will come along and let me go Then I'll be leaving you behind For love is just a state of mind. But till that day I'll be your man And love away your troubles if I can...