The night is calm, as always, the sky is crystal clear {B-} {G6}
No clouds on the horizon, the rain is nowhere near {A} {B-}
I can't stay here much longer much as I'd like to remain {B-} {G6}
For to live, a land needs water, and while I'm here it will not rain {A} {F#}

chorus:
There's nowhere I can go that my presence can long abide {G} {A} {B-}
For I must roam forever, no more anchored than the tide {G6} {E-} {F#}
I know no home and always bear the stigma of my shame {G} {A} {B-}
For it's Gaea I've offended--now I never see the rain. {E-} {F#} {B-}

I was rising mogul, and a politician, too
A lobbyist for business--I was bottom line clear through
My corporate ads I staged in lands unsullied and pristine
And then often took them over to put up new factories

I only cared for profits. I watched that bottom line {G} {A} {B-}
My manor grew while all the plants around my own plants died {G} {E-} {F#}
I spared not a thought for Nature--for the environment, not a care {G} {A} {B-}
While my factories would foul the land, the waters, and the air {G} {E-} {F#}

I didn't know there'd been a trial or a judgement somehow laid {G} {A} {B-}
It took months for us to notice, what with the mess I'd made {G} {E-} {F#}
But streams soon ceased their flowing, ponds and lakes began to dry {G} {A} {B-}
We saw that all around there'd soon be nothing left alive.. {G} {E-} {F#}

bridge 1:
And when rainfall over time was finally plotted {G} {A} {B-}
A pattern crystal clear was quickly spotted {G} {A} {B-}
Like a giant reversed bull's-eye 'round my home {G} {A} {B-}
(9 beat drum thump) A hundred mile radius no-rain
Zone {B-}

Coincidence, or fluke, the consequences are the same {G} {A} {B-}
Be it chance or Nature's ire I still never . . . . . see the {G6} {E-} {F#}
Rain... {B-}

bridge 2:
I've been tried and convicted by many juries in many lands {E-} {F#} {B-}
Fines levied, and liens issued, my companies disbanded {G6} {A} {B-}
But I can't be put in prison while the judgement on me stands {E-} {F#} {B-}
For lock me up, and the soil turns to sand... {G6} {A} {F#}

Though I work to heal the ill I've done, it's Gaea I've offended
I'll most likely die before I can atone
But still, I try each day to show that my contrition's not pretended
And hope one day I will not have to roam

Courts and judgements aren't why I work to change my ways
It's what I've done and who I've hurt that haunts my nights and days
If my apology's accepted, it should be a fact quite plain
I'll know I've been forgiven should I ever see the rain

chorus:
There's nowhere I can go that my presence can long abide
For I must roam forever, no more anchored than the tide
I know no home and always bear the stigma of my shame
For it's Gaea I've offended--now I never see the rain.