On a terrace somewhere in France in the sun
Sits a man who until yesterday never won
But his car flew off a nearby bend
Without him, without Herman
'Cause he'd just sold it
Herman in the sun on a terrace
Reads in the AD that he was no longer alive
His car was completely burned out
And the man who'd bought it
Was listed under his name in the paper
It seems like it's raining, as always
And it's raining sunbeams
A week ago in a park in Amsterdam
He'd surveyed his life and was scared stiff
He was a man whose life was already set in stone
And of all his boyhood dreams
He'd only managed to get old
It seems like it's raining, as always
And it's raining sunbeams
On a park bench, the decision was made
Call it brave, call it escape
"But I'm getting out of here"
And here he was again
With more freedom than he knew what to do with
And now he just didn't know anymore
Herman reads the paper like a hundred times
It's really there, page eighteen, black-bordered
He used to keep all his opinions
And all his dreams to himself
Now he was nothing, nobody, nowhere anymore
So he can go wherever he wants
Herman pays his tab and gets up
He finally has his purpose back
"I've gotten a second chance"
"And that's more than I deserve"
"But if this is it, this is it"
"And we'll just have to see"
It seems like it's raining, as always
And it's raining sunbeams
It seems like it's raining, as always
And it's raining sunbeams