Last time I saw Rain He was on a mountain drinking the wine Crawling 'round looking to maim Whichever deaf Pan came passing him by Why did you let it go He could turn the silt into piles of snow Why did you let it go He could point a switchblade touch on your soul First time Rain saw day He coughed up a finger and he keeled over crying Gawked about, trying to make Mayonnaise from bullfrogs dead on the vine Why did you let it go He could turn the silt into piles of snow Why did you let it go He could point a switchblade touch on your soul