Same Rain - Sam Phillips

I went to the sun it was too hot

I went to the moon it was too cold

Went to the mountain it was too young

Went to the ocean it was too old

Is it the same rain that falls on a holy man

Is it the same rain that falls on a liar’s hand

Is it the same rain that falls on me

I knew a man a refugee survival was his art

All that he held valuable he carried in his heart

Is it the same rain that falls on the mountain’s face

Is it the same rain that falls on the prison gate

Is it the same rain that falls on me All the money in the world all the power it can buy

Will not take your voice away

Cannot own what you hold inside

Is it the same rain that falls on a poor man’s room

Is it the same rain that falls on a rich man’s tomb

Is it the same rain that falls on me Is it the same rain that falls on the raging see

Is it the same rain that falls on the hanging tree

Is it the same rain that falls on me