[bad word] chilly preacher
Stumbling ‘gainst the wind
Singing love, love is something to believe in
prayer and the sea
And twenty tons of me
Crying love, love is something to believe in

To my child of wonder rambling
All my crooked fingers pointing blame
Let it all wash out in the rain
Yes let it all wash out in the rain

Beyond the [bad word] focus of my aim
All my heroes twisting in the flame
Let’s let it all wash out in the rain
Let it all wash out in the rain

One more for forgiveness
Twisting in the cold
Singing love, love is something I believe in
Too much my defenses
Are dangling from the chain
Oh but free, free is something to believe in

To my god I want my gypsy train
Too my child a howlin’ tambourine
Let it all wash out in the rain
Let it all wash out in the rain
Yes let it all wash out in the rain
Let it all wash out in the rain