Or recollections of better days gone by. But its all right. When youre caught in pain. And you feel the rain come down. When you find your way. Then you see it disappear. Though your gardens grey. I know all your graces. In the sweet sunshower. Eyes like oceans so far away. A feather trail to a better way. Worried mornings turn into days. Then into worried nights. But its all right. When youre all in pain. And you feel the rain come down. Oh its all right. When you find your way. Then you see it disappear.