Lyrics

Well, it's a fire in the madhouse on the last day of the year
All the snow has turned to water, washed away the Christmas cheer
Soon the daffodils and lilies will appear again once more
Then summer comes and autumn's gone, the thing's a fucking bore

You know, I'm stuck inside a coffin going north on 95
Yeah, running some fool's errand to afford staying alive
Next time I see the sun, I'll be buried here again
Driving backwards, chasing dreams on my highway in the wind

And the rain keeps on falling
And the tires keep rolling down the road

Now, I'm just a wandering nomad and an existential bum
Another weary traveler with a washed out map to kingdom come
And lately grace appears to wear the face of my own tail
'Cause that's all that I've been chasing, and it's got me shot to hell

And the rain keeps on falling
And the tires keep rolling down the road

Sometimes all you can do is neatly fold your hands and pray
Someone above will care about your plans of yesterday
And when you're gone, your tombstone will bear more than just a name
And somewhere down the road, you'll see a bloom from all the rain