Naked In the Rain - David Crosby/Graham Nash
The clown sat speechless
Looking in his mirror
Unable to remember
How to paint his face
Staring at the image
Slowly getting clearer
Wondering if his fear or his heart
Would win the race
When it dawns on you
What it takes from you
Living under clouds of pain
There's a storm in you
You don't know what to do
Just when you think you're going insane
You lie naked in the rain yeah
Fluttering pages of faces
No two alike
Choice is your soul's moment
For its light to strike
