Rain Chasing Dreams - Alan Merrill

Tokyo’s kimonos, brighten up the street at night

It’s a beautiful sight, that rising sun light

But I had to pack up and go

It was sad but I had to pack up and go

We’ve got vagabonds, they’re here and gone

They cross cross paths mid air

Up the spiral stairs

They all meet up there

In the end it all comes back home

In the end it all comes back home

And I’m caught in the rain chasing dreams

Nothing is what it seems to be

There’s not much left to believe in

I’m caught in the rain, chasing dreams

London town’s harlequin clowns

On a treadmill of rhythm and song

Be it right or wrong

That’s all past and gone

Still those shadows are chasing me down

Those old shadows, they still follow me around

We’ve got renegades in their polaroid shades

On a search for the Chelsea sun

Love is lost and won

By the heart, buy the gun

As my once perfect memory fades

My once perfect memory’s faded

And I’m caught in the rain chasing dreams

Nothing is what it seems to be

There’s not much left to believe in

I’m caught in the rain, chasing dreams

And I’m caught in the rain chasing dreams

Nothing is what it seems to be

There’s not much left to believe in

I’m caught in the rain

Words & Music Alan Merrill