Lyric Damn, sam

as a man, i ain t never been much for sunny days
i m as calm as a fruit stand in new york
and maybe as strange
when the colors go out of my eyes
it s usually the change.
but damn, sam, i love a woman that rains
clear as a bell, and sound as an old engineer
clear as a bell, and sound as an old engineer
with talented breezes that blow off your hat with a sneer.

as a man, i ain t never been much for talkin to.
i m as open as a door in her house
that leads to her room
and when the color goes out of my eyes
she s usually too
but damn, sam, i love a woman that s blue.

as a man, i ain t never been much for sunny days
i m as calm as a fruit stand in new york
and maybe as strange
but when the colors go out of my eyes
it s usually the change.
but damn, sam, i love a woman that rains.