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And I hope this time it's something more

Forty days and forty nights won't be enough to soothe my soul

I hope the heavens open wide

And pour out enough to flood this city for miles



They say your luck will turn when you least expect it

I haven't expected much of anything since they took my kids away

I could use something good to fix this hell that I'm in

Yeah I'm guilty of all that judge put on his list


Right now I need something more

Forty days and forty nights ain't enough to soothe my soul

I wish the heavens would open wide

And pour out enough to flood this city for miles



Someday these worries will be naught but a memory

And the hardness of pity, well it softens with a walk to that corner



Yes, it's gonna rain and I expect it

It ain't so rare around here this time of year