TIS, the fires are beginning to die down. They suspect Arson as the cause.
Whoever started the fire, they need to have their house set a blaze.
With their feet nailed to the floor inside.
And their hands glued to their heads.
Long as I remember The rain been coming down. Clouds of Mystery pouring Confusion on the ground. Good men through the ages, Trying to find the sun; And I wonder, Still I wonder, Who'll stop the rain.
