On a sad, rainy day
My sister called me to see
There was a truck, there was a truck
Loaded with rose buds
I got crazy about it
I'm crazy about flowers, I went crazy
I went out
When I came back, soaked
Holding dozens of roses on my hands
I spread them around the room, the table, the TV, the couch
On the bed, in the bedroom, on the floor, on the comber
In the kitchen, on the freezer, on the porch
And the noise the rain made was loud
The rain
I went crazy
I went crazy