The streetlight adjusted Through the screen door That rusted from the rain That washed the welcome mat away She didn't lie: the locks had been changed And I found myself talking To the chairs we hadn't rocked in so long Will they ever rock in time again Lord, how I wish they could respond [Chorus:] Then the rain comes falling Reflecting our lives Silver clouds keep rolling There's no real way to fight it Bluesday night Well I was clearly outnumbered By the rolls of the thunderclouds My cries are no match for the sky And once again I've fallen short [Chorus x2]