I hear the drizzle of the rain Like a memory it falls Soft and warm continuing Tapping on my roof and walls My mind's distracted and diffused My thoughts are many miles away They lie with you when you're asleep And kiss you when you start your day And as I watch the drops of rain Weave their weary paths and die I know that I am like the rain There but for the grace of you go I Extract from Kathy’s Song by Paul Simon