(R. Martin) When the rain comes To clear the cuts of summer skins When the rain comes in You will find out What you're made of only then When the rain comes in There you'll know Which way you're going. Start again But I think he's watching Once was trespassed Is now looked over and fenced in Where the rain comes in. And you wonder If you'll find your feet again When the rain comes in. Now you know Which way you're going. Start again But I think he's watching you. Take your chances Leave him now while you still can Let the rain come in.