Out again in the rain, the midnight wind cuts you to the bone,
Crazy eyes, empty smiles, the crowd is worse than being all alone,
Pictures of that short good-bye come preying on your mind,
You feel so down, down enough to dive,
So take this friendly hand,
And you will make a stand, you’ll survive.
Rise and walk in the morning light,
Sing with the sun so bright,
And cast away your sorrows.
Feel the warm wind dry your eyes,