Rain King (Live At Chelsea Studios, New York/1997)

When I think of heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird

I think of flying, down into a sea of pins 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, I've been thinking

And I am the Rain King

Well I said, mama, mama, mama

Why am I so alone? well I can't go outside

I'm scared I might not make it home

But I'm alive, I'm alive, but I'm sinking in

If there's anyone at home at your place darlin'

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, 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 bird

I 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 drinking

And I am the Rain King

Well I said I am the rain king

Well I said I, I, I, I, I yeah

Well I am the rain king, yeah