Walking down the street, kicking the cans
Looking at the billboards, oh so red
Summing up the people, checking out the race
Doing what I'm doing
Feeling out of place
Walking, walking in the rain

Feeling like a woman, looking like a man
Sounding like a no-no
Making when I can
Whistling in the darkness, shining in the light
Coming to conclusions, right is night, is tight
Walking, walking in the rain

Come in, all you jesters
Enter, all you fools
Sit down no-no, vulgar fools
Trip the light fantastic, dance the swivel hips
Coming to conclusions, button up your lips
Walking, walking in the rain