Looking up at the sky The grey awaits it's chance to shine for its first big break i'm front row With disposable film To catch the stars right after the show Brown floors in the studio Wood so smooth I can be the naked me, bare feet No splinters in souls No shoes The raindrops start the clap the street is showered with applause To a jazz soundtrack Everybody looking out their windows Giving a standing ovation Crack the screen to catch the mist Not a dry eye in the house As we watch the blades and droplets kiss