Come out of the rain my weary friend

I know where you've been

I know what you've done

You suffered Behrings Rock

And now your welcome's just begun

Welcome home, welcome home

Her anchor weighs heavy round your neck

Your senses are alert

The pleasure of hope destroys the fact

That the dull pain ever hurt

She knows you're coming

But she's waiting in the middle of the hottest desert

Goodbye hope, goodbye hope