40 Years - Counting Crows
Intro:
I was born in the jungle
With the sickening smell of cinnamon in the air
Born in a white hole
and I can't believe the colors here today
Stuck on a circle
I've never been blessed with elephant's memory
Riding a red line nowhere
If it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid for
If it takes 40 years, put the money away
If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need sir
If it takes 40 years I want the thunder and the rain
I was born in a good home
Where the rising cost of raising children
Was not a factor
And I can't believe the things it does to me
I'm filled with the white noise
Well I never did much of anything anyway
Jump on a big train nowhere
If it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid for
If it takes 40 years, put the money away
If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need sir
If it takes 40 years I want the thunder and the rain
I'm gonna buy me a good heart, and a conscience, maybe raise some children
Get me a good wife, and a God and God and God and God and
Start me a new life with a six foot color television
Start me a new life somewhere
I was born on a warm night
On the right coast, southeastern America
Dead on arrival
But you can't believe the things you hear today
I'll fly me a white plane over water
Over blue and green and
Land in the ocean somewhere
If it takes 40 years for the guns to be paid for
If it takes 40 years, put the money away
If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need sir
If it takes 40 years well I want that thunder
Yeah and I want that rain
Oh well I want that rain
Come on now, now gimme the thunder, gimme the thunder
Gimme the rain
I want that rain, I want the thunder and the rain