Somebody came and took her away today|And the lost little pretty ones don't understand what happened|Now we sift through the wreckage hoping to find some clue|It's so hard to accept when someone's time has come due|Don't buckle from the strain it's a powerful rain|But this storm like all the others must pass|Can't get it from your head thinking what you should have said|Staring at the raindrops breaking on the glass|Well a thing like this, it pulls you to your senses|Oh, we face mortality; look it straight in the eye|Makes you wanna blame yourself for everything that happened| Makes you wanna shake heaven with your anguished cry|Don't buckle from the strain it's a powerful rain|But this storm like all the others must pass|Can't get it from your head thinking what you should have said|Staring at the raindrops breaking on the glass|I will ache in harmony with you my friend|Or I'll be a shoulder and a soft voice if that's what you need|And we'll drink to a memory all night long or until we're sure |that the demons have gone |Every man has his own way to grieve, you can count on me|Don't buckle from the strain it's a powerful rain|But this storm like all the others must pass|Can't get it from your head thinking what you should have said|Staring at the raindrops breaking on the glass|