Rain In Africa

Текст песни 4 to the Bar - Rain In Africa

It's the end of the day
In the city of the gray
And it's fine to be home
And to call you on the phone

And your voice comes to me
Like rain in Africa
And your words cling to me
Like rain in Africa

In the streets I have passed
No more trees and no more grass
I am down, out and down
Have to leave this prairie town

And your voice comes to me
Like rain in Africa
And your words cling to me
Like rain in Africa

It's so cold night and day
When you are so far away
With your picture in my mind
I can leave it all behind

And your face comes to me
Like rain in Africa
Spread your soul over me
Like rain in Africa

Like rain in Africa

Rain in Africa
Rain in Africa