Mad
You've got a right to be mad
What kind of world have you been handed?
Under siege from all sides
I can't stand it
But you don't have to do a thing
Because my love
Can't be earned or demanded
Can't be withheld
Can't be bought
You just have it
But it might be raining
It might be raining on your birthday
Or as you're walking home from school
Or the first time you really hurt someone
And they wanna hurt you too
Raining on the window
With your head against the pane
On the bus at night when you're taking flight
To meet your friends somewhere unsafe
With the whole world in your headphones
Because you found something that's true
Like a life raft to hold on to because what else can you do?
There is an ocean full of bullshit
I wish that I could keep from you
But the truth is, the truth is, in Vancouver
It might be raining
You've got a right to be sad
It's part of the deal
It's part of the pattern
If I could take it away
There's a chance
It might not matter
Oh, but you don't have to do a thing
Because my love
Can't be earned or demanded
Can't be withheld
Can't be bought
You just have it
But it might be raining
It might be raining on your wedding
Or as you hitchhike through Peru
And it's dripping down the brim of your cap
And it's soaking through your shoes
And it sinks right down inside you
But then you kinda want it to
Like a sore inside your mouth that you can't keep yourself from chewing
I don't know what it is
Why the pain of living frees you
But there's something about the juxtaposition
There is something about the riddle
It might be raining
You thought I was done, I wasn't finished
There is so much left to say
But I choke on my tongue every time you look at me that way
And I know you don't want to hear it
I know I make you feel insane
But right there in the crosshairs of everywhere
Well, it might be raining
Yeah anywhere that is anything to anyone
At the centre of everywhere
