I am the Rain King (When I think of heaven, Deliver me in a black-winged bird)

When I think of heaven

Deliver me in a black-winged bird

I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers

And all other instruments of faith and sex and God

In the belly of a black-winged bird.

Don't try to feed me'Cause I've been here before

And I deserve a little more

I belong in the service of the Queen

I belong anywhere but in between

She's been crying and I've been thinking

And I am the Rain King

And I said Mummah, Mummah, Mummah, why am I so alone

I can't go outside

I'm scared I might not make it home

I'm alive, I'm alive

But I'm sinking in

If there's anyone at home at your place, darling

Why don't you invite me in?

Don't try to bleed me 'Cause I've been there before

And I deserve a little more

I belong in the service of the Queen

I belong anywhere but in between

She's been lying and I've been sinking

And I am the Rain King

Hey, I only want the same as anyone

Henderson is waiting for the sun

Oh, it seems night endlessly begins and ends

After all the dreaming I come home again

When I think of heaven

Deliver me in a black-winged birdI think of dying

Lay me down in a field of flame and heather

Render up my body into the burning heart of God

In the belly of a black-winged bird

Don't try to bleed me'Cause I've been here before

And I deserve a little more

I belong in the service of the queen

I belong anywhere but in between

She's been dying and I've been drinkingAnd I am the Rain King

I said that I am the Rain King

Well I said that I I I I I

yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Well I am the Rain King.... Yeah!

what I love about real musicians is that they can improvise. When I was younger, it would throw me off if an artist changed the words in the live version. I appreciate that now, because it's more expressive and sincere to the artists expression. That's music, man.