STUCK IN THE AUGUST RAIN
Jethro Tull


Brings jasmine tea on a painted tray 
and bends to kiss my frown away. 
But I'm still still stuck in the August rain; 
stuck out in the cloudburst once again. 
The cover's on, the coast is clear. 
We're all battened down, only us here. 
But I'm still still stuck in the August rain; 
stuck out in the cloudburst once again. 
She walks between the lines 
and she can read my signs. 

Stuck out in the August rain: 
Out in the cloudburst once again. 

Single-minded in my gloom. 
I appear to revel in this darkened room. 
But I'm still still stuck in the August rain; 
stuck out in the cloudburst once again. 
She walks between the lines 
and she can read my signs. 

Stuck out in the August rain: 
Out in the cloudburst once again.