Raindrops don’t concern a drowning man


In the morning when the clouds
are hanging heavy
you’re watching out for me
but still won’t take my hand
you only wait to see the storm
that’s headed for me
but honey raindrops don’t concern
a drowning man

I’ve heard the sirens blowing
in their final warning
upon the lips of every lover that I’ve met
and still my ship keeps swimmin’
down that broken harbor
a river filled with
all the tear drops
soaking wet

So darlin’ don’t you even worry
bout the rescue
and there’s no need to bother
reaching out your hand
the salty tears it’s given me
my swimmin’ don’t concern the sea
and honey raindrops
don’t concern a drowning man ©