Thoughts on a Rainy Afternoon
Bruce Cockburn
Rain rings trash can bells
And what do you know?
My alley becomes a cathedral
Eyes can be archways
To enter or leave by
Vacuums replaced by a crystal
Oh, Jesus, don't let Toronto
Take my song away
It's easy to love if
You let yourself love it
But like a moth's wing, it's easily crushed
Oh, Jesus, don't let tomorrow
Take my love away
Oh, Jesus, don't let tomorrow
Take my love away
