My exit, unobserved, my homesickness, absurd, I said "water," Expecting the word would just satisfy my thirst! Talking all about the second and third when I haven't the first, Jonah, where's that boat going.
Your ship set with eager sail? There's a swirling storm soon blowing, And no use, fisherman, in rowing from a consecrated whale! Just like the clouds gonna bring darkness and a hard rain's gonna fall. I felt the crowds bring a loniliness and a hard rain's gonna fall.
My every medicine caused more illness and a hard rain's gonna fall, but until I let you go I didn't know, You were never mien at all, but now i spend my days in ever-increasingly complicated ways convincing myself of the rightness of each word. I say my exit, unfair if observed!