Transcribed by:

Cory Niday Scott Holcomb

It's raining, of course
I'm not complaining, it could be worse

I read the paper about the shape the world is in
And my small catastrophes don't beg comparison

You're angry up there
I'm sorry I swear

I've got some photographs, taken in Berlin
A testament to just how distant I have been

Well, baby you can drive out to the coast
And say a prayer to exorcise my ghost
Or take a hundred scented baths a day
But your never gonna wash my love away

The crime and punishment
The letters you sent

These Russian authors always leave be bored cold
Your simple phrasing sure does scar me to my soul

Well, baby you can saddle up and ride
With a pizza boy like Tonto by your side
Or kick and fuss and curse the years we spent
Or chalk it up to crime and punishment

It's raining, of course
I'm not complaining, it could be worse

I read the papers about the shit my world is in
And my small annoyances don't beg comparisons

Well, baby you can saddle up and ride
And make believe I took the hint and died
Or swim out past exhaustion through the tide
But if you can't save yourself
At least you'll save your pride
Yeah, you can't save yourself
At least you'll save your pride

Baby, you can drive out to the coast
And say a prayer to exorcise my ghost
Or kick and fuss and curse the years we spent
Or chalk it up to crime and punishment
Yeah, chalk it up to crime and punishment

added:3/16/2002