I see walls
But these walls aren't in my way
And I read words
But they don't have much to say

I don't listen to the cops
I wish they all were dead
Listen to the planes flying over head
Listen to the sound of the loss and gain(?)
I just listen to the sound of the rain

I see a man
He worked so hard to get ahead
And we're a band
That's playing music for the dead

I don't listen to the cops
I wish they all were dead
Listen to the planes flying over head
Listen to the sound of the loss and gain(?)
I just listen to the sound of the rain
To the sound of the rain

Oh, the rain falls down upon my head
Those words that you heard
I wish I'd have said
Oh no, why didn't I say
Oh no, oh yeah, oh yeah

I see a man
He worked so hard to get ahead
And we're a band
That's playing music for the dead

I don't listen to the cops
I wish they all were dead
Listen to the planes flying over head
Listen to the sound of the loss and gain(?)
I just listen to the sound of the rain
To the sound of the rain

I just listen to the sound of the rain
To the sound of the rain
To the sound of the rain
I just listen to the sound of the rain
To the sound of the rain
To the sound of the rain

Copyright: BMG Rights Management
Writer(s): CHIP KINMAN, TONY KINMAN