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The woman who read my palm today was a friend of the pessimisticIn a square at the edge of town was my fortune laid to bearShe said climb that rocky mountain where the sun will rise to kiss youand your dreams will flow like a virgin spring to the foot of the crooked hill Feels good to be dreaming, feels good to be here with youFeels good to be here I'm caught in the rain again, I'm caught on a snowbound highwayI'm caught in the rain again, on top of the crooked mountain Like a fool I took to the woman's words being a slave of the optimisticI left my friends of childhood and the ones who saw me rightFunny you don't see the sunset, and you wonder why you missed itFor a year I saw the skies change till all the day was night Feels good to be dreaming, feels good to be here with youFeels good to be here With the evening shadows falling on the day I'm supposed to find youChances are I'll never realizethe picture from this jigsaw that I always took for grantedNow I'm caught here in a raging storm on top of the crooked hill Feels good to be dreaming, feels good to be here with youFeels good to be here I'm caught in the rain again, caught on a snowbound highwayCaught in the rain again, on top of the crooked mountain From Letras Mania