Lyric Hatful Of Rain

Lovehearts on an old stone building
Have no relevance now
Sherry bottles in a bus-stop litter bin
Remind me of you somehow
You look so young it s frightening
Life s been good to you
But strike me down with bolts of lightning
If I wasn t good to you too

Throw me away, throw me away again
Cos I don t mind, I m still satisfied
With just a hatful of rain Merry widows in stock gloss magazines
Dumbstruck open their mouths
And out comes some old jackpot philosophy --
Everything must pay somehow
And I ve heard you say that he just works for me,
Doing things that you can t do
But grease my palms with a hatful of currencies
I don t belong to you

Throw me away, throw me away again
Cos I don t mind, I m still satisfied
With just a hatful of rain