Pocketful Of Rain

I stand alone
On the street where I have walked you home
I see your house
I hear your Moon-dogs moan

Mm, and then you're gone
Your name upon the door, the heartbreak zone
I make a call
You disconnect the phone

Reaching high, reaching high
My love was once a flame
Now I'm putting out the fire
With a pocketful of rain

I don't know why
You kept me hanging on all this time
I hear the drums
From "Radio Goodbye" (goodbye)

Reaching high, reaching high
My love was once a flame
Now I'm putting out the fire
With a pocketful of rain

Oh, I see the car
Your hunter rides a silver Jaguar
There's nothing new
To find a little star
No, oooh

Ooh, I'm reaching high, reaching high
My love was once a flame
Now I'm putting out the fire
With a pocketful of rain

Now I'm putting out the fire
With a pocketful of rain, ooh
A pocketful of rain