| Lyrics: | (Warren Zevon and Jorge Calderon)
You can dream the American Dream
But you sleep with the
lights on
And wake up with a scream
You can hope against hope
That nothing will
change
Grab a hold of that fistful of rain
Grab a hold, grab a hold, grab a
hold
Grab a hold, grab a hold, grab a hold of that
fistful of rain
When your grasp
has exceeded your reach
And you put all your faith
In a figure of speech
You've heard
all the answers
But the questions remain
Grab a hold of that fistful of rain
Grab a
hold, grab a hold, grab a hold
Grab a hold, grab a hold, grab a hold of that
fistful of
rain
And when diamonds turn back into coal
Grab a hold, children, grab a hold
When
the mountains crumble
And you're ready to rumble
And roll like a runaway
train...
And when diamonds turn back into coal
Grab a hold, children, grab a
hold
When the mountains crumble
And you're ready to rumble
And roll like a runaway
train...
In a heart there are windows and doors
You can let the light in
You can
feel the wind blow
When there's nothing to lose
And nothing to gain
Grab a hold of that
fistful of rain
Grab a hold, grab a hold, grab a hold of that
fistful of rain
Grab
a hold, grab a hold, grab a hold of that
fistful of rain |
