Rain king - live at chelsea studios, new york/1997 Counting Crows

When I think of heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird
I think of flying, down into a sea of pins and feathers
And all other instruments of faith and sex and God
In the belly of a black-winged bird, don't try to feed me
'Cause I've been here before and I deserve a little more

I belong in the service of the Queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She's been crying, I've been thinking
And I am the Rain King

Well I said, mama, mama, mama
Why am I so alone? well I can't go outside
I'm scared I might not make it home
But I'm alive, I'm alive, but I'm sinking in
If there's anyone at home at your place darlin'
Why don't you invite me in? don't try to bleed me
'Cause I've been there before and I deserve a little more

I belong in the service of the Queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She's been lying, I've been sinking
And I am the Rain King

Hey, I only want the same as anyone
Henderson is waiting for the sun
Oh it seems night endlessly begins and ends
After all the dreaming I come home again