The Innocence Mission - Dear Robert Graves

Dear Robert Graves, I got your last letter Is it that bad? on your side of the ocean?You seem to live under the clouds above us Clouds that are made. End of my toes bleed.Raining on you Raining on you Robert Graves Raining down on all your joy Things are the same in American society These clothes have souls convincing other souls to close therumor place No wonder they're unhappy. No room for life.End of my toes bleed.Raining on us Raining on us everywhere Raining down on all your joy Raining on us Raining on us everywhere Raining down on all our joy Oh I can see you, I'm sitting on my river I'm looking into your yard. I didn't mean to look down.I was actually thinking of myself when I said those things.I have my days, believe me there are days when I cannot see the purpose of my own life But I know flags must be faced, the pills must be swallowed Here comes the sea, a sea of hope to wash them down.Raining on us Raining on us Robert Graves Soaking us from head to toe.Raining on us Raining on us Robert Graves There we are with all our joy, all our joy.