Strofa : |Standing in the pouring rain|Washing all my blues away|And trying to find my home but I know|I can't close that door||Within the shadows of the past|But my heart just cannot rest|And I can't tell for sure if I know|What I'm looking for||Ritornello : |and then I feel the best things all over again|I try to reach ‘em|But it's hard to believe again|But I know that there's another day|To find my same old emotions| |Strofa : |Standing in the pouring rain|Still I'm bound to yesterday|And I'm walking on this road, on and on|To find a brand new dawn||Ritornello : |and then I feel the best things all over again|I try to reach ‘em|But it's hard to believe again|But I know that there's another day|To find my same old emotions||and then I feel the best things all over again|I try to reach ‘em|But it's hard to believe again|But I know that there's another day|To find my same old emotion|