From far away Things don't seem half as bad It looks as if its what I thought I had But from this different view, It looks brand new Take a mental picture Before things may go askew I'm on the first seat of a train That's headed right outside my brain Next stop is coming over me now And there I stand beside your rain, Deflecting your shards of pain Next stop is coming under Be my umbrella Be my umbrella Be my umbrella From far away My sins repent my will It seems I've lost what I always had until It swept me away With nothing left to say Look into these eyes And please, let me have my way Be my umbrella Be my umbrella Be my umbrella