The Raincoat Song

Baby, got killed by her mother, stuff like that happens everyday
little girl molested by her brother, seems some religions work that way

I'm sitting here reading a paper, reading the paper of today
I know just what they'll write tomorrow, things have always been that way

Earthquake, and the poor lost their belongings, they didn't have too much anyway
houses of the rich they didn't shatter, the rich get richer everyday

I'm sitting here and I feel lonely, I know I'm not the only one
I know I'm not the one and only, I'm just waiting for the sun

I need someone I can lean on, someone to raincoat my soul....

There's a weirdo in the White House and he doesn't give a damn
this little world('s) just like a bubble, what if it exploded with a bang

I'm sitting here reading a story in a worn-out paperback
all about the power and the glory
about the good times that we had about those times that won't come back

I'm sitting here and I feel lonely, I know I'm not the only one
I know I'm not the one and only, I am just waiting for the one

(Martin C. Herberg)

Guests: Tim Buktu: bass & keyboards, Claudia Koch: violins, Björn Krüger: drums, strings arranged by Buktu/Koch