When, whenever Paul thinks of rain
Swallows fall in a wave and tap on his window with their beaks
And when Paul thinks of snow
Soft winds blow 'round his head and the phone rings just once late in light
Like a bird calling out
"You wake up, Paul, don't be scared, don't believe you're all alone"
"Wa-wake up, Paul"
Whisper clouds rolling by and the seeds
Falling from branches, and they're out from branches, and they're falling from branches of the trees
Out from branches, falling from branches, and they're falling from branches of the trees