Long as I remember the rain been comin' down
Clouds of mystery pourin' confusion on the ground
Good men through the ages tryin' to find the sun
And I wonder, still I wonder, who'll stop the rain?
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
There's an awkward, young shadow that waits in the hall
He has cleared all his things and he's put them in boxes
Things that remind him that life has been good