Texty: Cousteau. Nova Scotia. Sadness.

He pours another glass of sadness
and on his face you see the miles
And something sweet that used to live there
but hasn't been around in a while
Deep inside him lives a madness
been gnawing at his bones for years
Have you come to take away the sadness
Have you come to wash away the tears

How can you stop the rain
that keeps on pushing down
It's been falling on you ever since you got
The notion you should run
It's such a part of you

How can you stop the rain
that keeps on pushing down
It's been falling on you ever since you got
The notion you should run
Now it's a part of you