When the sun it sets starts to cry People run inside to where it's dry I know when I don't know why Always seems to be mediocrity when people have to hide Once I knew a man a happy fella' He used to carry 'round a blue umbrella When it shined, his smile would fade He lived cautiously and quite naturally his suit was always clean Just one time I'd like to see a banker and his wife Run and summon to the rain, just playing games, not stopping to complain When it pours they run indoors except for those who stay Some are smiling some are silent umbrella keeps them dry I wonder why... Have you ever tried to count the raindrops Well I can tell you there are quite a lot Is rain from or is it not? I will always see people endlessly in fear of more than rain.