They picked up my photograph, it was blowing in the breeze
They found page or two of poetry
Then they tied a rope, tight around my neck
Asked me to take a leap of faith, so I jumped right off the edge
I was flailing in the wind, as the ship was setting sail
Still praying for a miracle, in search of the Holy Grail
I sold my soul to the night games, then folded on an ace
Looked inside for a memory, but there was just a strangers face
No-one ever seems to really know
If it’s gonna rain, if it’s gonna snow
No-one ever seems to really care
So if you want me, I’ll be over there
I had faith and hope and fortune, but I could never really see
The answer there before me, in a language I couldn’t read
Now I’m stood beneath the sunset at the edge of the world
Shouting out for the thunder, still trying to dive for pearls
No-one ever seems to really know
If it’s gonna rain, if it’s gonna snow
No-one ever seems to really care
So if you want me, I’ll be over there
It was the last exit out and I went and missed the train
Now I’m standing at the station, just the ember of a flame
No-one ever seems to really know
If it’s gonna rain, if it’s gonna snow
No-one ever seems to really care
So if you want me, I’ll be over there
Yeh if you want me, I’ll be over there
If you want me