The walls are closing in
It’s getting hard to breathe
Thinking of cashing in my chips
Don’t have an ace up my sleeve

But I hear a little voice inside me say
Before I go and throw it all away

When it rains it pours
Such as the weatherman said
This is tomorrow calling
There are brighter days ahead
When living’s hard
And you think you’re better off dead
This is tomorrow calling
There are brighter days ahead

I look at my reflection
All I see are broken dreams
But I hear a voice say look a little deeper
It ain’t what it seems

There’s a light behind a house full of scars
Crack the shell and find out who you really are

When it rains it pours
Such as the weatherman said
This is tomorrow calling
There are brighter days ahead
When living’s hard
And you think you’re better off dead
This is tomorrow calling
There are brighter days ahead
In the darkness there’s a heaviness that ways me down
I moan like a rescue dog in the lost and found
No one in this stormy world to turn to
Except for that little voice like a patch of blue

When it rains it pours
Such as the weatherman said
This is tomorrow calling
There are brighter days ahead
When living’s hard
And you think you’re better off dead
This is tomorrow calling
There are brighter days ahead

This is tomorrow calling
There are brighter days ahead
This is tomorrow calling
There are brighter days ahead