I’m thinking about riding a rain drop
on the winds abound.
Ain’t that a shame, what a shame
to ride it way to early.
But you were always game.
What a melody.
I’ll ride a rain drop to drop to
be in the arms of an angel
You are so amazing said Grace.
Ain’t that a shame. what a shame.
I’m coming home to you
and we’ll walk with my Grandda.
She was born to die anyway that’s what
They all will say
. She never wanted to be here anyway. How about it hurt to stay?
I’m coming home, coming home I’m coming home.
What if today was your last day?
Think I’ll roll one anyway. It helps the pain it soothes the soul
I’ll relax and maybe not be in this whole anyway.