if i make it tonight it'll be all right

it'll make a good song or something

i've been trying to give myself reasons to live

and i really can't think of one thing



i drive around, i walk around in circles

'cause i've got no sense of direction

and i guess i've got no sense at all



[chorus:]

all the umbrellas in london couldn't stop this rain

and all the dope in new york couldn't kill this pain

and all the money in tokyo couldn't make me stay

all the umbrellas in london couldn't stop this rain



i don't cry anymore, i go out the door

and i usually keep on walking

i will sit in the bar where the cocktails are

but i really don't feel like talking



i lie around and let the darkness fall

'cause i've got a sense of perfection

and nothing makes much sense at all



[repeat chorus]