Manchester airport, quarter to five
Not a cloud in the sky
It's good to be home
The keys and surf the good life

I gave up to a porcupine
And to my surprise, it's going fine

It was terrifying, but ultimately safe
Like a butterfly on your neck
That's enough similes
Who am I, Jonathan Steinbeck?

We'll have a wedding tropical style
And a reception on the

It never rains
It never rains in Manchester
Just like you never break my

I was smacked by lightning when I was fourteen
But I've been fucking mint since
I hug that memory like a friend at a funeral
Who I don't even miss

Things are looking peachy above
'Cause in the city of
It never rains
It never rains in Manchester
Just like you never break my
Just like you never break my
Just like you never break my

Look at this, it's raining
Should we call a meteorologist or something?
'Cause I couldn't have guessed this in a million years
It's coming down now, man
Hey, look at that, look at that puddle
You tell me that this isn't drizzle, man
This is, it's coming down
This is cats and dogs, man

Feels so good
Feels so good
I think it feels so good
I think it feels so good
'Cause it had to happen some day