The old man wore a grey uniform I recognized from the war
He just sat there in that old armchair, drenched right to the bone
A woman's voice called from the other room, I think it's time for you to go
I mumbled something underneath my breath, turned and walked out the door

And the fire, the funeral pyre, burning all night long
There's no turning back anymore, it's just rain
Down came the rain, on the streets of shame
Rain, smothering the flames, on the streets of shame

I walked out on a dusty road filled with traffic lights
Jesus Christ got into a cab and said, take me to the Israelites
And there sitting at a sidewalk caf