THOUGHTS ON A RAINY AFTERNOON
Bruce Cockburn


Rain rings trash can bells
and what do you know
my alley becomes a cathedral

eyes can be archways
to enter or leave by
vacuum's replaced by a crystal

o Jesus don't let Toronto take my song away

it's easy to love if
you let yourself love it
but like a moth's wing it's easily crushed

o Jesus don't let tomorrow take my love away