Interpret:

John Denver

Album:

Rhymes and Reasons

It's late December and the New Year's never coming, 
 time passes slowly in a two room walk up flat, 
 The sun is silent there's a cold rain's gonna come on 
 No one to talk to but my lady's yellowcat 
 Raindrops falling on the flowers in the window box, 
 Plastic roses that I planted yesterday. 
 I didn't think they'd die so soon but they're all withered now, 
 Seems like everything I touch turns out that way. 


 Well, I guess I'll just go walking, 
 The cat's no Good for talking to, 
 He don't know what I'm saying 
 And the rain is always playing on my mind, on my mind. 


 Street lights drifting through the blinds that cover window panes 
 blending softy with the bare lights overhead. 
 Then together they run swiftly through my memory 
 An eerie image in a strange and empty bed. 
 The wind is whippin' up the papers in the street below 
 I got some books to read but it seems they've all been read 
 Clouds are crowded in a misty drifting sky above 
 I wish to hell I could remember what I said. 
 Well, I guess I'll just go walking, 
 The cat's no Good for talking to, 
 He don't know what I'm saying 
 And the rain is always playing on my mind, on my mind. 


 One crystal wine glass on a table filled with scarlet stains 
 Stands alone and empty where there once were two 
 The jug is silent on the table by a broken plate 
 The wine is gone, my lady, and so, my love, are you. 
 Well, I guess I'll just go walking, 
 The cat's no Good for talking to, 
 He don't know what I'm saying 
 And the rain is always playing on my mind, on my mind, on my mind