Lyric

Rain outside and hiss within

Two soft statics, kissing kin

I flip the sleeve, I blow the dust

An old song I completely trust

The horns come in like slanted light

And warm the grey right into bright

Songs and rain both fall from high

Little mercies from the sky

Turntable turning, rain in tune

Dancing slow across the room

Crackle here and patter there

Music, music everywhere

The window keeps a steady beat

The needle rides its velvet street

I sway with no one, but not lone

The whole wet world is singing home

Turntable turning, rain in tune

Dancing slow across the room

Crackle here and patter there

Music, music everywhere

He gives a song for every storm

The oldest ones still keep me warm

Turntable turning, rain in tune

Dancing slow across the room

Crackle here and patter there

Music, music everywhere

Rain outside and hiss within

Two soft statics, kissing kin