A Record Year For Rainfall

I read in the paper today
It’s been a record year for rainfall
And you were leaning against the bathroom wall
In your lonely dress
Was your only dress

Stand accusing across
I’ve got a temper set for tender
And you were shrugging it off like a feather
Saying, “Oh, would you look at this weather?”

What’s the use of all of this?
It’s to remember you in the entire
Because I’m watching it slip away
And in the annals of the Empire
Did it look this gray?
Before the fall
Before the fall

So rake your thumbnail across
The stretch of the patina
Revealing a Proserpina
In a low recline
In a steep decline

What’s the use of all of this?
It’s to remember you in the entire
Because I’m watching it slip away
And in the annals of the Empire
Did it look this gray?
Does it look so gray?
Does it always look so gray?
Before the fall
Before the fall

Raincoat Song

Caroline, you’re angry ’cause you sleep like a spinster
and you’re twenty-eight.
You’ve been thinking late
You couldn’t catch a cold.
Bend your head double
in the goosedown, piling all the pillows high.
Heave your fiercest sigh
and see if that’ll work.

And the raincoat that you wore
when it rained today
And the raincoat that you wore
when it rained today,
I think it only made it rain more.
I think it only made it rain the more.

And if the water’s all wickin’ up your pantleg,
better wear your britches tight.
I should teach you right
to be so down at heel.
Goin’ off half-cocked, night-shot
full of arrows from the cherubim.
Oh, the nerve of them–
to not draw their bows.

And the raincoat that you wore
when it rained today
And the raincoat that you wore
when it rained today,
I think it only made it rain more.
I think it only made it rain the more…