The rain on cue again tonight,
My speaker breathing life,
It’s colder, I don’t put up a fight,
The music, I think he is talking about his wife.
He speaks of Mr Jones,
They stare at beautiful women,
Women that are bound disappoint, Jones
All for some brief heaven.
Now he talks of a grey guitar,
The rain makes the night easier,
We all wanna shine like a star,
We all wanna be slightly busier,
Than we are, especially tonight,
There’s gotta be somebody for me.
Let’s Count Crows tonight,
Yes you and me,
Everybody loves you.