Is it raining? I can’t tell. It sounds like it’s raining.
Yep, it’s raining. It’s really coming down out there.
God forbid you’d have to change your precious plans.
God forbid you’d have to change your precious plans.

I woke up, It was raining.
I guess there’s always work to do around the house.
I think I heard it start, I woke up to thunder
God forbid you’d have to change your precious plans.
God forbid you’d have to change your precious plans.

I hope the lids are on the garbage cans
And all the upstairs windows have been closed.
It’s really coming down out there.
And the bald spot on the lawn
where the dog’s chain used to be
it’s a pool of mud.
Lord, I miss that dog.

Is it a chill-in-your-bones rain?
Will it soak right through your shoes
till your socks get wet?
I think I heard it start, I woke up to thunder.
God forbid you’d have to change your precious plans.
God forbid you’d have to change your precious plans.

Somewhere in the closet,
There’s a box of paint-by-numbers sets
Your mother planned to do when she got time.
There wasn’t time enough for her
to stick around and tell you
But there’s time enough
for you to change your mind.

Close up the shop. It’s raining.
Call off the dogs. It’s raining.
Cancel the war.
Close up the shop.
Call off the dogs.
It’s raining. It’s raining. It’s raining. It’s raining.
God forbid you’d have to change your precious plans.
God forbid you’d have to change your precious plans.
God forbid you’d have to change your precious plans.