I take off my glasses and I pull on my shirt I call up my friends on my long ,long list I said I've got a reason just to get to the coast I'll stand on the streets where all the books were wrote I remember words That ran around my head And made no sense at all And rained right off my tongue Like mother, love and ronnie spector I'm in an old humber That takes a long, long road And remembering the smell Of summer on the parcel shelf And opening up the quarter light And holding out a scythe That levels out the landscape As a car, car travels I remember words That ran around my head And made no sense at all And rained right off my tongue Like mother, love and ronnie spector If these things don't get me Then walking in the rain will.