I wrote you a letter and I sent it on the 1st of July Now it's November and still I haven't no reply It'll be my birthday soon, if I don't see you I'll survive I would be happy if you'd let me know you're still alive I still live on Johnson Square, nothing much has really changed I still think about you, but only every day when it rains Sometimes you don't know, something's open to the chest I loved you so much, I hated your guts You've laughed at me, I refuse to see you now It's raining now, raining on Johnson Square It's raining now, raining on Johnson Square All the memories that flower and blossom, this pale and dimmer now They paint a picture of you, too good to be true Too good to be true, and I hate myself for wishing this in So kissing All the things that once were my appetite, now beat me dry, beat me dry Chasing rainbows and fireflies, to watch them fade away before my eyes It's raining now, raining on Johnson Square It's raining now, raining now, raining on Johnson Square The sky lit up like a halo of despair And the worst thing that could happen, is the answer to his prayers The answer to his prayers It's raining now, raining on Johnson Square It's raining now, raining on Johnson Square It's raining now, raining on Johnson Square