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Outside the Velvet Rope

The Trustline Club · Track 6

Rain on Wall Street

Trustline Terry

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Lyrics

Intro

Rain on Wall Street.

Everybody looks important in the dark.

Verse 1

Black umbrellas moving like they know the route

Numbers in the windows, everybody figuring it out

Suits on the corner talking like the future’s guaranteed

Funny how the rain makes everybody walk with speed

Gold in the lobby, red on the screen

Everybody selling what tomorrow might mean

One hand shaking, one eye on the clock

Whole city betting while the rain hits the block

Hook

Rain on Wall Street

Cold on the glass

Everybody moving

Like the moment won’t pass

Money talks loud

But the night talks deep

Rain on Wall Street

Nothing stays cheap

Verse 2

Taxis cut through reflections on stone

Somebody made millions, somebody went home

Headlines change before the train doors close

Everybody knows less than everybody shows

Old money, new money, all under one sky

Different kind of story when the market runs dry

You can dress it in numbers, dress it in pride

But the rain has a way of washing off the disguise

Hook

Rain on Wall Street

Cold on the glass

Everybody moving

Like the moment won’t pass

Money talks loud

But the night talks deep

Rain on Wall Street

Nothing stays cheap

Bridge

No prediction.

No sermon.

Just watch the city.

Verse 3

Terry by the corner with the collar pulled high

Watching black cars disappear into the night

Doesn’t need the rumor, doesn’t need the pitch

Seen too many stories turn with one little switch

The city keeps score in a language of light

Some people chase mornings, some people chase nights

Whatever you call it, whatever you sell

Rain keeps falling and the ledger keeps well

Final Hook

Rain on Wall Street

Gold in the drain

Same old ambition

Different kind of rain

Everybody certain

Until certainty leaves

Rain on Wall Street

City still breathes

Outro

Tomorrow they’ll call it business.

Tonight, it’s just New York.