6 February 2013
But we're waking to the pain
There must be some pity for the walkers in the rain.
Grimy nightroads are our halls
Telltale sun's our bane.
Welcome to the country of the walkers in the rain.
Some shuffle with a dufflecoat
Some hit the grape or grain
There must be some comfort for the walkers in the rain.
Some swear they smoke with antichrists
In the wet parks once again
There must be some company for walkers in the rain.
We claim our father's Everyman
And swear our brother's Cain.
Tell me roots might one day suit us walkers in the rain.
Don't offer me your bright doubloons
Or gold from the Spanish Main
You cannot buy the walker from the walker in the rain.
Some things the rain cannot wash clean
That heavy, greasy stain..
So what? I'd rather raise my head and fade into the rain.
The drizzle's licking at your neck
The hound pulls at his chain
The endless pavement's lonesome sweet -
Come walk it in the rain.
For The Walkers In The Rain • Opuss № I