I SEE THE SUMMER SUN
SIT-IN’ ON THE WATER
I NOTICE THAT THE NIGHTS
ARE GETTING’ SHORTER

I HEAR THE RAIN ON THE WINDOW PANE
I DON’T COMPLAIN, BUT I-OUGHT-A

I WONDER WHICH WAY THE BIRDS FLY
THIS TIME OF YEAR
THE WAY THEY ALL LIVE
AIN’T EXACTLY CLEAR

I HEAR THE RAIN ON THE WINDOW PANE
THEY DON’T COMPLAIN, BUT THEY OUGHT-A

LIVE’S A BITCH
GOT AN ITCH
HAY, DON’T WE ALL
LIVE’S A SWITCH
A DIFFERENT TWIST
BEAT YOURSELF ‘TIL YOU BAWL
IS THAT ALL?

IT’S UP TO YOU
YOU’VE GOT TO CHOOSE
YOU GOT TO BE A MOTHER
ACT LIKE A BROTHER
LOVE EACH OTHER
YOU GOT TO HELP ONE ANOTHER

IT’S UP TO YOU
IT’S UP TO YOU
IT’S UP TO YOU

I HEAR THE RAIN ON THE WINDOW PANE
I DON’T COMPLAIN, BUT I-OUGHT-A

Copyright 1980 Music, Lyrics, and Script from “ROCK, A MUSICAL EXPERIENCE”

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