Rain in Soho

No one knows where the lone wolf sleeps

No one sees the hidden treasure in the castle keep

No one learns the secret name

No one burns in the absent flame

No one broke D.B. Cooper's fall

No one hopes to hear the bagman call

Children piping in the main square

But no one's dancing

No one's dancing down there

The river goes where the water flows

But no one knows where the Batcave closed

The river goes where the water flows

But no one knows where the Batcave closed

No promise sweeter than a blood pact

Nothing harder to go through than a vanishing act

No morning colder than the first frost

No friends close than the ones we've lost

Nothing sharper than a serpent's tooth

Nothing harder than the gospel truth

Though you repent and don sackcloth and try to make nice

You can't cross the same river twice

The river goes where the water flows

But no one knows where the Batcave closed

The river goes where the water flows

But no one knows where the Batcave closed

There's a club where you'd like to go

You could meet someone who's lost like you

Revel in the darkness like a pair of open graves

Fumble through the fog for a season or two

No town more barren than our town

No haven safer than the one they tore down

No greater love than to lay my life down for a friend

No sweeter pleasure than to see the credits clear through to the end

No one knows where the lone wolf's gone

No one sees it camped out right there in the front lawn

We played for you but you would not sing

No one was going to get away with anything

The river goes where the water flows

But no one knows where the Batcave closed

The river goes where the water flows

But no one knows where the Batcave closed