Have you ever wondered much at all   About your behaviour,   Or worried about the role you play,   Grey against the scenery ?   Black cloud calls by,   Black cloud, blue sky   Black birds, your words,   Too dark to fly.   When reason starts to fade and fall away   I want to take a gun to you.      Rain another day...   While we move as angels,   Gather up your blues and clear the way.   I hate the games you play   While we're touched by Jesus,   Gather up your blues   And get out of the way.      Sand invades your shoes like a desert   It's nothing to die about.   And our heels are high enough   To crush the lizard   Take 'em off and shake it out.      The sting in the tail   Is destined to fail   Our skin, takes in no poison.      "So the next time you're out stumbling across   my little piece of sky, and we know we're   in a state of grace and we know we're in   a state of mind; and we know we're part   of the state of art and all we really want   to be, is free... you've got to receive, you've   got to receive what the spirit says... you've   got to believe what the spirit says...   and she says..."      Rain another day   While we move as angels   Gather up your views and clear the way   I hate the games you play.   While we're touched by Jesus   Gather up your blues and get out of the way