Rain Over St. Ambrose
we play the night
Well I've been told
by crooked men who ruled the world
through sleight of hand.
Well I've been told
by honest men who ruled the world
with rounded hand.
And they said 'Son, we play the night'.
We play, we play the night.
Oh we're here again
Why are we here again?
Well I've been told
by horrid men who ruled the world
through sleight of hand.
Well I've been told
by dying men who ruled the world
and back again.
And they said 'Son, we play the night'.
We play, we play the night.
Oh we're here again
Why are we here again?
Oh we're here again, so why?