A  Amaj7 A Amaj7
There are blank white dawns in August				A  Amaj7
When the sun has burned the colour out of the sky		A  Amaj7  A7
There may be thunder claps and lightning			D  Bm
But when the storm is over you're already dry			D  Bm  E7 E

There are blank white skies in winter, too			A
When the clouds stand shoulder to shoulder promising rain	A  Amaj7  A7
And they're so earnest, they're so faithful 			D  Bm
As they prosecute their rounds, I feel I should not complain	D  Bm  E7 E

But I am wet, so wet				D  Bb  D
My bones are sodden and damp			A  E
I am wet, so wet				D  Bb  D
I am marked with winter's stamp			A  E
Wet, so wet					D  Bb  D
For February speaks with only one voice:	A  Amaj7  A7
It's rain or rain, this isn't multiple choice	D  Bm  E7  A
						Amaj7  A  Amaj7
You can't shake the weather off,				A  Amaj7
It settles in to you closer than your own name			A  Amaj7  A7
You can set yourself on fire					D  Bm
But when the smoke is over you will feel the same		D  Bm  E7  E

Wet, so wet					D  Bb  D
That moss grows on your north side		A  E
Wet, so wet					D  Bb  D
That the moon imposes a tide			A  E
Wet, so wet					D  Bb  D
For February speaks with only one voice:	A  Amaj7  A7
It's rain or rain, this isn't multiple choice	D  Bm  E7  A

It's rain or rain, this isn't multiple choice	D  Bm  E7  A