In an alleyway where shadows creep,
There's a dumpster where the lost hearts weep.
Raindrops fall like diamonds from the sky,
As I stand here wondering, this ain't no lie.
It's got a story, oh, like a ghostly refrain,
Of dreams that shattered, left out in the rain.
[Chorus]
A dumpster in the rain, full of broken dreams,
Whispers of what was, nothing's as it seems.
Underneath the gray clouds, I find my way,
Searching for the solace where the lost souls play.
Rusty old hinges creak with the sound,
As I lift the lid, what treasures I found.
Faded photos of smiles long gone,
Tattered old letters sing a sad song.
Love notes crumbled, like the love they spoke,
Linger in the air like an old, vintage joke.
[Chorus]
A dumpster in the rain, full of broken dreams,
Whispers of what was, nothing's as it seems.
Underneath the gray clouds, I find my way,
Searching for the solace where the lost souls play.
[Bridge]
And every tear that falls brings a weight to my soul,
A reminder that life ain’t always whole.
But in the trash, there’s beauty to be found,
In the forgotten, in the lost, in the ground.
Like an old guitar that's seen better days,
The strings still hum with a haunting phrase.
Each note tells a story of love and regret,
Of moments that taught me to never forget.
In the still of the night, under the soft glow,
The dumpster in the rain is a stage for the show.
A dumpster in the rain, full of broken dreams,
Whispers of what was, nothing's as it seems.
Underneath the gray clouds, I find my way,
Searching for the solace where the lost souls play.
So if you find yourself caught in a storm,
Remember that beauty can take many forms.
In a dumpster in the rain, life leaves its mark,
And in the echoes of the night, we all find our spark.
So let the rain fall and wash away the pain,
For there’s always a story in a dumpster in the rain.
