It doesn’t rain on me.
It doesn’t rain in my world.
In doesn’t rain on me.
It doesn’t rain on my girl.

It doesn’t rain on our street.
It doesn’t rain at our door.
It doesn’t rain out our sunshine.
It doesn’t rain anymore.

And it never gets too dark.
And it never gets too cold.

There’s nothing here
that isn’t real,
just wood and silver,
and turquoise and gold.
The light of the moon
just before the sun,
the earth under our feet
when we run baby run.

I’m alright if you’re alright.
I will be right there.
I’ll be fine if you’ll be fine.
We’ve got enough to
share, share, share.

It doesn’t rain on me.
In the middle of the storm.
It doesn’t rain on me,
not since the day I was born.

It doesn’t rain on you,
because you are mine.
Let’s move on down,
and we’ll be fine.

And it never gets too dark.
And it never gets too cold.

There’s nothing here
that isn’t real.
The dust of the diamond,
and the petals of the rose.
The light of the moon
just before the sun.
The earth under our feet
when we run baby run.

I’m alright if you’re alright.
I will be right there.
I’ll be fine if you’ll be fine.
We’ve got enough to
share, share, share.

It doesn’t rain on me
until the Spirit falls,
and then we’ll run
on our knees,
as we’re standing tall.

It doesn’t rain to our east.
It doesn’t rain to our west.
We’re just a couple of fools,
If we can’t see how blessed.

It doesn’t rain on me.