It's raining like theres no tomorrow. The rain, the tears their all the same. You sit alone on a bridge so high, that jump will be the last of life. You sit alone and think it over. The sight of this is like a show, you think and think, the final push, may be the last of yours to push. But just when you went on to do it, big arms wrapped around you waist so thight. They push you back away from path, that you thought taking would be the best of all A man in suit and black, black tie