(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