[Story: Don McCorkindale]
That evening as the boy was climbing into bed
A sadness came over him
His mother studied his face
As she pulled the blankets up under his chin
She went to his record player, pressed the button
And the light came on
The turntable began to spin, and she lowered the needle
[Verse 1: Charlotte Savary]
Once again you're saddened and scathed
You should really see what it is like to hurt
Once you start suffering, enjoy
In the dust you start to see the colors
[Chorus]
It's the sound we hear we make that helps us feel alright
So let the rainbow rise out, out, that boy
[Story]
The boy listened carefully
He closed his eyes
Settling into his pillows and blankets
He closed his eyes and imagined a path
[Verse 2]
Boy you find out you should ache, a lot
Going from life not living it's worst
[Chorus]
It's the sound we hear we make that helps us feel alright
So let the rainbow rise out, out
So let the rainbow rise out, out
