Ninety Percent Chance of Rain

I’ve been told many things about the way things are going I’ve read many stories about the way things should be It seems we’re being burned alive by waves of pessimism Just because you open you eyes don’t mean that you can see
Ninety percent chance of rain But the sun may come out anyway
Some people preach to millions that God will save the day Their words burn fear into minds like magnified rays of sun Just send your check and we’ll scratch your name off the list of hell Maybe if we all woke up we could get these things undone
Ninety percent chance of rain But the sun may come out anyway
I scream for the world to live as one…