The world is flat, the sky is gray
A stray cat scratches at the clay
From a river bridge you throw a stick
And watch it as it floats away

Cos Lisa’s riding through the rain again
Lisa’s riding through the rain again

She’s starting fires on lonely streets
A starlet on the silver screen
You sit and watch from the tree tops
And listen as she slips away

Cos Lisa’s riding through the rain again
Lisa’s riding through the rain again

Will she see you when the leaves have gone?
Pale as the moon
Will you sing to her your secret song?
Or will it always be too soon?

Cos Lisa’s riding through the rain again
Yeah Lisa’s riding through the rain again