Words and music by Richard Homer
4/4, 120 bpm
Am G
The French window curtains / flap in despair
F E
phone wire hum / monsoon breakers roar
Am G
I elbow back the curtain, to / gaze at the weather
F E
the sky couldn’t care it / continues to pour
Am E Am
Am E Am
but there’s no / escape from the / rain
Am C/GC
apart from / extra, / unwanted / rain
FC/GC
nothing / no / nothing / is out / there
a young girl on her bike / replaces the chain
to explore the remnants of the / wet afternoon
in an otherwise empty / unexciting place
a trio of shouting bike boys / play out of tune
but there’s no / escape from the / rain
from a quiet lightless lamp on a / grubby cupboard top
a gust of wind blows some / paper to the chair
tree, lane are wet through / just like poor clothing
in a washing machine without / affection or care
I tickle mini stubble with the / top of the pen
hanging in apathy, / bare legs on the arm chair
I begin to think that / apart from the rain
nothing or anything or / anyone can be out there
piano rain coming in / pizzicato glistening
on the ant infested / bamboo to the rear
quiet bird chattering, / insect half whispering
they know new raw, rough rain is / going to appear
but there’s no / escape from the / rain
but there’s no / escape from the / rain
AmC/GC
there’s no / escape / no / escape
FC/GC
no / escape / escape from the / rain
