I hear the drizzle of the rain  like a memory it falls Soft and warm continuing  taping on my roof and walls               And from the shelter of my mind  through the window of my eyes I gaze behond the rain-drenched streets  to England where my heart lies               My mind distracted and diffused  my thoughts are many miles away They lie with you when you're asleep  and kiss you when you start your day               And a song I was writing is left undone  I don't know why I spend my time Writing songs I can't believe  with words that tear and strain to rhyme               And so you see I have come to doubt  all that I once held as true I stand alone without beliefs  the only truth I know is you                And as I watch the drops of rain  weave their weary paths and die I know that I am like the rain  there but for the grace of you go I