Rain on a tin roof counting how I breathe
Mantra of the rusted underneath the leaves
Drumming on the corrugated, ancient little song
Counting all the seconds that I never got wrong
Iron in the weather, copper in the cloud
Drumstick of the heavens drumming low and loud
Listen to the gospel of the gutter in the drain
Mantra of the rusted is the language of the rain
Tap, tap, tap, on the tin
Tap, tap, tap, where the rust begins
Tap, tap, tap, on the rusted wing
Tap, tap, tap, listen to the thing
Tin roof mantra, drumming slow
Quietest little gospel of the long ago
Tin roof mantra, count the time
Rust on the iron is a beautiful rhyme
Tin roof mantra, hear it ring
Quietest little rhythm of an ancient thing
Tin roof mantra, on the rust
Drumming on the tin till the tin is dust
Drummer on the rooftop nobody can see
Rhythm of the corrugated, only meant for me
Iron is a memory of how the metal grew
Rust is a love letter from the older to the new
Listen to the steady, listen to the worn
Listen to the rusted of the older being born
Iron is a memory, copper is a song
Rust on the rooftop never gets it wrong
Tap, tap, tap, on the tin
Tap, tap, tap, where the rust begins
Tap, tap, tap, on the rusted wing
Tap, tap, tap, listen to the thing
Tin roof mantra, drumming slow
Quietest little gospel of the long ago
Tin roof mantra, count the time
Rust on the iron is a beautiful rhyme
Tin roof mantra, hear it ring
Quietest little rhythm of an ancient thing
Tin roof mantra, on the rust
Drumming on the tin till the tin is dust
Rust, rust, rust, on the wing
Rust on every corrugated thing
Rust, rust, rust, on the song
Rust on every rhythm I've been holding all along
Rust, rust, rust, on the drum
Rust on every beat the rooftop becomes
Tin roof mantra, drumming home
Quietest little prayer of the rusted and the chrome
Tin roof mantra, count the rain
Quietest little gospel of the corrugated grain
Tin roof mantra, on the wing
Rust on the iron is the only true thing
Tin roof mantra, drumming slow
Quietest little gospel of the long ago