(Naydock/badlees) When the rain is sports arena loud In the evening of a self-inflicted day And you're contemplating sides that might collide The hemlock society and life insurance salesmen And you discover all your coupons are for things you hate And all your pennies are canadian and you curse that paperweight Drown it all and leave it still You're a millionaire of words Hand in hand as light as birds We'll go running up that hill When acquaintances drain your reservoir Of cigarettes like bad construction And all your phone conversations slither Into a sales pitch from the world of don lapre And the love from a close-as-sisters friendship Up and dies like it too often does Drown it all and leave it still You're a millionaire of words Hand in hand as light as birds We'll go running up that hill The funeral directors' trade show crowd Strangles parking so you drive a while Past streets and neighborhoods and ghosts Of incidents that now define you When the weight of expectation cracks Cracks your countenance in the damnedest places Drown it all and leave it still You're a millionaire of words Hand in hand as light as birds We'll go running up that hill