Sticky summer weather always pains me. It's like living beneath a
blanket, I can't breathe.
The days are like an oven, the nights forever. Nothing to do,

not much else to see.
Then again, I can't stand the thought of winter, ain't got a
fire, there's nobody to keep me warm.

The night is gray, and my coffee tastes so bitter, my memories
go raging like a storm.


Seems like twenty years ago it was springtime, the rain was
sweet, the wind was cool and clean.
I had a girl, she was a lady I could talk to, now its almost

like she'd never been.
I've been a long time looking for rainbows, trying to find a way
to believe in tomorrow.


There was a time I think when I remember dreaming, there was a
reason I can't find it now.

As I recall, it almost made my life worth living. It must be
hiding like the sun behind the clouds.
I've been a long time looking for rainbows, trying to find a way

to believe in tomorrow.

Sticky summer weather always pains me. It's like living beneath

a blanket, I can't breathe.
The days are like an oven, the nights forever. Nothing to do,
not much else to see.

I'm spending a long time looking for rainbows.