Eva Cassidy

I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls.
My mind's distracted and confused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you're asleep
And kiss you when you start the day.
And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I.
(Instrumental)