Fistful Of Rain

Warren Zevon and Jorge Calderon, Zevon Music BMI/Googolplex Music BMI You can dream the American Dream But you sleep with the lights on And wake up with a scream You can hope against hope That nothing will change Grab a hold of that fistful of rain Grab a hold, grab a hold, grab a hold Grab a hold, grab a hold, grab a hold of that fistful of rain When your grasp has exceeded your reach And you put all your faith In a figure of speech You've heard all the answers But the questions remain Grab a hold of that fistful of rain Grab a hold, grab a hold, grab a hold Grab a hold, grab a hold, grab a hold of that fistful of rain And when diamonds turn back into coal Grab a hold, children, grab a hold When the mountains crumble And you're ready to rumble And roll like a runaway train... And when diamonds turn back into coal Grab a hold, children, grab a hold When the mountains crumble And you're ready to rumble And roll like a runaway train... In a heart there are windows and doors You can let the light in You can feel the wind blow When there's nothing to lose And nothing to gain Grab a hold of that fistful of rain Grab a hold, grab a hold, grab a hold of that fistful of rain Grab a hold, grab a hold, grab a hold of that fistful of rain