Storm in a Teacup

One drop of rain On your window pane Doesn't mean to say There's a thunderstorm comin' The rain may pour For an hour or more But it doesn't matter You know it doesn't matter One gentle breeze Blowin' softly through the trees Doesn't mean to say There

Yeah she's been walking down my street Saluting magpies, avoiding cracks at her feet Oh be careful, they can break your back you know And that superstition don't count for much It's all in your head and not in your touch If it's working, I'll reconsi