[ Featuring Paul Simonon, Howard ]
I could see as I rode in
The ships were gone and the pit fell in now
A funeral bell tolled the hour in
A lonely drunk was slumbering, but
Not even twang of the guitar
Not even siren wail of pain
Not even shadows of desire
Caught in the pouring, pouring rain
Breeze black windows on Date Street
Where I was lift up on the cheap - yeah, I say
Ask no questions, work and sleep
To the old tangos on Date Street
I can hear the sharpen of the pain
Some lucky stranger in the rain
Hear the sharpen of the pain
Lucky stranger in the rain
Hammers beat in dusty times
On these weedy rusted lines
Mocking the sun and optimistic signs
On these weedy gates of iron, oh
The sun won't shine my way again
Lucky moon went on the wane
Oh, I never saw a star again
In the pouring, pouring rain
A salty band played in the train
A soft trombone, and some refrain
The future pointed to the weather vane
The old Calypso died of shame
I can hear the sharpen of the pain
Some lucky stranger in the rain
Hear the sharpen of the pain
Lucky stranger, pouring rain
Pouring rain!
