As a man alone, without a home
No family or friends to call my own
Deep inside my heart I felt the start
Of unsuspecting sadness play its part

But what could I do without you there
And where could I go without you there to guide my way

With my hands tucked deep inside my legs
My eyes roll back, escape the sickened plague
Then I touch upon my skin to trace
And visualize a man without a face
As I take another cigarette, I gasp upon the stench of my own sweat
I close my eyes and sympathize, with dreams that were befallen by regret

And it's Another Morning Rain
That keeps bearing all my pain
Telling me I've got to be free

Thru the years I've harbored painful fears
Of moments bitter-sweetened by my tears
Only God can own the life I've shown
One woman that has shared my disabled throne
As I walk the streets in cold bare feet
I charge my soul and find my goals retreat

But what could I do without you there
And where could I go without you there to guide my way

And it's Another Morning Rain
That keeps bearing all my pain
Telling me I've got to be free

With injustice done, my world's become
A shattered empty man who's on the run
Torn by sorrow and a name I've borrowed
No future in my footsteps of tomorrow
My fantasy becomes reality and slowly both become insanity

And what is to be the fate of me
My eyes can't see my destiny
To live in hell for eternity
Or can this man be free?

Inside stolen cars and singles bars
The women take me down to what they are
So I sell myself for a bit of wealth
A twenty dollar bill, no tax on health
Just a drunken man who'd cut off his hands
To stand once again on unsoiled land

And what could I be lf you were there
And where could I go if you were there to guide my way

And it's Another Morning Rain
That keeps bearing all my pain
Telling me I've got to be free

Reminiscing back on childhood days
When honesty was all I ever played
Only good became of prayers I've prayed
Too bad for me those times couldn't be delayed
Now I look outside these prison doors
And wonder if they say prayers anymore

Oh, what could they do without you there
And where could they go without you there to guide the way

And it's Another Morning Rain
That keeps bearing all my pain
Telling me I've got to be free

Oh my God it seems that I can't see
My eyes, in dreams, were blinded by disease
And my heart it breaks with death-wish aches
And dies before blind eyes and cries of hate
To be buried in the ground alone
Without a home…an epitaph unknown.