| G | C | G | Am | Em | C | Bm7 | |
| I hear the | drizzle of the | rain_ | Like a | memo | ry it | falls |
| G | Bm | G | C | Am | Em | D | G | C | G | |
| Soft and | warm con | tinu | ing_ | Tapping | on my | roof and | walls |
| G | C | G | Am | Em | C | Bm7 | |
| And from the | shelter of my | mind_ | Through the | window | of my | eyes |
| G | Bm | G | C | Am | Em | D | G | C | G | |
| I gaze be | yond the | rain drenched | streets_ | To England | where my | heart | lies |
| G | C | G | Am | Em | C | Bm7 | |
| My mind's dis | tracted and | diffused_ | My | thoughts are many | miles a | way |
| G | Bm | G | C | Am | Em | D | G | C | |
| They lie with | you when | you're a | sleep_ | And kiss you | when you | start your | day |
| G | |
| G | C | G | Am | Em | C | Bm7 | |
| And a song I was | writing is left | undone_ | I don't know | why I | spent the | time |
| G | Bm | G | C | Am | Em | D | G | C | G | |
| Writing | song I | can't be | lieve_ | With words that | tear and | strain to | rhyme |
| G | C | G | Am | Em | C | Bm7 | |
| And so you | see I have come to | doubt_ | All that | I once | held as | true |
| G | Bm | G | C | Am | Em | D | G | C | G | |
| I stand a | lone with | out be | liefs_ | The only | truth I | know is | you |
| G | C | G | Am | Em | C | Bm7 | |
| And as I | watch the drops of | rain | weave their | weary | paths and | die |
| G | Bm | G | C | Am | Em | D | G | C | G | |
| I know that | I am | like the | rain_ | There but for the | grace of | you go | I. |