Lonely stream of water running down a hill.
For a moment time stands completely still.
Giving lonely people time to think
and for the drunkard to put down his drink.
It's raining in Tennessee once again.
This is when I miss you most my friend.
But there is no use trying to pretend.
I know you'll never pass this way again.
And when I look upon the ground
is that a raindrop or a teardrop falling down. -Michael J. Ruhland