Remember all the drives Through the cloudy mountain sides When the river starved to death Whatever feelings you had in you left And when the enemy unwinds And all the cells again divide What is this feeling in the rain? What if I never feel this air again? One for the bold you get Two for the man This is a song for the sold Stick a finger to the cold Song for the sold Stick a finger to the cold A hundred eyes to hold The very many smiles of old When your mother died you fell Off of the silhouetted carousel Now the evergreen is bright And brings a silver to the night What is this feeling in the rain? What if I never feel the air again? Song for the sold Stick a finger to the cold