The rain it drops and on my jacket it drips. Im tying knots as you're giving me tips. you show me the blood knot and a dubble half hicth. The line cracks my hands but I dont quit. You tell me I'm smart I say your insane because my grades disapeared like the drips in the rain. But you say the drips make a puddle then a river then a lake in the end you never know the life your going to make. Though it seems impossible or maybe insane life can make a splash like your fishing in the rain.