Stuck In The August Rain - Jethro Tull

Brings jasmine tea on a painted tray

and bends to kiss my frown away.

But I’m still still stuck in the August rain;

stuck out in the cloudburst once again.

The cover’s on, the coast is clear.

We’re all battened down, only us here.

But I’m still still stuck in the August rain;

stuck out in the cloudburst once again.

She walks between the lines

and she can read my signs.

Stuck out in the August rain:

Out in the cloudburst once again.

Single-minded in my gloom.

I appear to revel in this darkened room.

But I’m still still stuck in the August rain;

stuck out in the cloudburst once again.

She walks between the lines

and she can read my signs.

Stuck out in the August rain:

Out in the cloudburst once again.