Lyrics:

(Warren Zevon and Jorge Calderon)You can dream the American DreamBut you sleep with the lights onAnd wake up with a screamYou can hope against hopeThat nothing will changeGrab a hold of that fistful of rainGrab a hold, grab a hold, grab a holdGrab a hold, grab a hold, grab a hold of thatfistful of rainWhen your grasp has exceeded your reachAnd you put all your faithIn a figure of speechYou've heard all the answersBut the questions remainGrab a hold of that fistful of rainGrab a hold, grab a hold, grab a holdGrab a hold, grab a hold, grab a hold of thatfistful of rainAnd when diamonds turn back into coalGrab a hold, children, grab a holdWhen the mountains crumbleAnd you're ready to rumbleAnd roll like a runaway train...And when diamonds turn back into coalGrab a hold, children, grab a holdWhen the mountains crumbleAnd you're ready to rumbleAnd roll like a runaway train...In a heart there are windows and doorsYou can let the light inYou can feel the wind blowWhen there's nothing to loseAnd nothing to gainGrab a hold of that fistful of rainGrab a hold, grab a hold, grab a hold of thatfistful of rainGrab a hold, grab a hold, grab a hold of thatfistful of rain