A king walks down a street
Stumbles upon a paper ship fleet
Floating with the rainwater
Carrying a boy's bright future

He gazed upon the boy from the past
Sees his face, forgotten and sad
Eyes full of wonder, the boy asked:
"Will it always be like that?" (like that)

The rain never stops (never stops)
The rain never stops (never stops)
The rain never stops (never stops)
The rain never stops…

In all the gloom and haze
The king walks to the boy
Replied: "Your fleet is entering a maze, oh
That will make you your only foe"

"You will burn in your own fire (fire)
While surrounded by liars (liars)
They will try to break you (oh Lord)
Then stitch you up and make you"

The rain never stops (never stops)
The rain never stops (never stops)
The rain never stops (never stops)
The rain never stops…

As the boy vanishes into the mist (to the mist)
King realized that the boy's face was his (was his)
The encounter with his past-self (past self)
Was a tragic, was a tragic bliss

He continued on his path (his path)
With his guitar on his back (on his back)
Yet, unknown to him (unknown to him)
His fleet of hopes was right on track (right on track)

The rain never stops (never stops)
The rain never stops (never stops)
The rain never stops (never stops)
The rain never stops…
The rain never stops
The rain never stops
The rain never stops
The rain never stops