Standing Outside in the Rain
Peter White, Skipper Wise
On a secret island
At the edge of the world
Where all the ladies knew your name
Into the water
Under the sky
Clouds begin to water tears
Now I'm standing outside in the rain
Now I'm standing outside in the rain
And I don't even know where I am
We worked the island
And you picked the fruit
The taste was both on in a sense
You spoke the language
With the borin' tone
The words begin to pour like tears
Now I'm standing outside in the rain
Now I'm standing outside in the rain
And I don't even know where you are
Now I'm standing outside in the rain
Now I'm standing outside in the rain
And I don't even know where I am