Track 2 of the EP Postcards from the Spare Room · 2020
Rain on the Tin Roof, Drive Me Home
by Wren Hallett
“A rainy-season song, written with the window open and the tin roof drumming. It taught me a rhythm I didn't know I had.”
xinyao · xinyao-tinged folk · driving acoustic · 2:36
Lyrics
The monsoon came on Tuesday and it never really left, The tin roof drums a rhythm that I'm learning, bit by bit. I wrote my first real chorus at the kitchen table, damp, With my socks drying by the window and a flickering yellow lamp. Rain on the tin roof, drive me home, Every drop a small hello, I'm never all alone. Rain on the tin roof, sing along, You keep the beat, I'll find the words, we'll write the whole song. I walked to school through puddles in my mother's yellow coat, The whole street smelled of petrol and of jasmine, and of smoke. My friends were singing nonsense and we splashed in every stream, And I knew that I was living inside a small bright dream. Rain on the tin roof, drive me home, Every drop a small hello, I'm never all alone. Rain on the tin roof, sing along, You keep the beat, I'll find the words, we'll write the whole song. Some days the sky is heavy and the road is slick and long, But every grey is just a verse that's waiting for a song. So I'll hum into the weather, and I'll let the water play, And I'll find my way back, singing, to the warmth at the end of day. Rain on the tin roof, drive me home, Every drop a small hello, I'm never all alone. Rain on the tin roof, sing along, You keep the beat, I'll find the words, we'll write the whole song. Drive me home, drive me home, Rain and rhythm, mine alone. Tin roof singing soft and low, Drive me home, and watch me grow.