Midnight Rain

Three men jump off an overpass
 One hits rock and the other glass
 Last one grabs a rail and calls the other two fools
 Tell me now which one are you
 At the last out post of the midnight rain
 A man relieves his past with his shadow again
 Prays a toast to his bride and pours a long tall suicide
 Would you do the same if it was you
 But everything is turning out, turning out
 And everything is coming round, coming round
 The sun will shine on solid ground
 Tomorrow when it comes out
 Everything is turning out, turning out
 And everything is coming round, coming round
 The things that hurt you set you free
 Yes come home to me
 Scatter my ashes in a hotel room
 I paid a high price to smell that sweet perfume
 A man outside his face is vaguely familiar
 Tell me now what if he was you
 But everything is turning out, turning out
 And everything is coming round, coming round
 The sun will shine on solid ground
 Tomorrow when it comes out
 Everything is turning out, turning out
 And everything is coming round, coming round
 The things that hurt you set you free
 Yes come home to me
 Yes come home to me
 Yes come home to me
 Yes come home to me