Being Wrong

Won't you rain
 Again (again)
 I've gotta leave in the rain
 Clouds gotta bust and paint this window pane
 Before I think it
 Before I realize
 I hope I'm gonna be surprised
 When the car cuts a schism in trees
 And plane cuts time
 And some bird sings in the dark
 At the corner of midnight
 There's gonna be a big romance
 If being wrong isn't right
 No wonder there's a fight
 Doesn't everybody want to be right?
 If the romantic could argue
 But why would he want to
 Give up and take a side
 Train is gone (is gone)
 Scene ends (scene ends)
 The train I'm riding on
 Towns pass my window like a sweep second hand
 To disappear before you decide
 I kiss and don't say goodbye
 Love spreads divinity like spilled milk
 Being wrong never wakes up in the night
 Emptied of dreams
 The walls never breathing
 The soul never singing out of control
 Isn't being wrong right
 Can I quit this fight
 Only dictionaries can be right
 If the passion could argue
 But why would it want to
 Give up and take a side
 Isn't being wrong right
 Can I quit this fight
 Only dictionaries can be right
 If the romantic could argue
 But why would he want to
 Give up and take a side
 The romantic is confused
 Being wrong is right
 Being wrong is right
 The romantic is confused
 Being wrong is right
 Being wrong is right
 If the passion could argue
 It'd say, "Being wrong is right"
 The romantic is confused
 Being wrong is right
 Won't you rain (won't you rain)
 Again (again)
 I've gotta leave in the rain
 Clouds gotta bust and paint this window pane