You attempt to board the train, though the car is full of liars,
Recognise the tendency, you're the great compromiser,
Suppose, sooner or later, we're all just survivors,
Prayer become the heart's lost words when you're too close to the fire.

If you get a patch of ground, well, it's there, you make your plan,
If you get a soap box, it's there, you take your stand.

All the kingdoms that rise up, they collapse without a sound,
Yeah, the driving rain is cleansing,
The driving rain is cleansing,
The driving rain is cleansing, out here on this proving ground.

Well, I remember the summer, the shimmer and the laughter,
We were lying to each other about what we were after,
And I'll admit that, just perhaps, the judgment is too stern,
When your dreams have long been buried, and your bridges, they're all burned.

If you get a patch of ground, well, it's there to draw your plan,
If you get a soap box, it's there, you take your stand.

All the kingdoms that rise up, they collapse without a sound,
Yeah, the driving rain is cleansing,
The driving rain is cleansing,
The driving rain is cleansing, out here on this proving ground.

Hear that there are secrets, told that there are maps,
Ah, but everyone we've been privy to has closed on us like a steel trap,
Leaves you full and noble,
Those dreams, you never lost them,
Stays with you forever, long time after you're forgotten.

If you get a patch of ground, well, it's there, you draw your plan,
If you get a soap box, it's there, and you make your stand.

All the kingdoms that rise up, they collapse without a sound,
Yeah, the driving rain is cleansing,
The driving rain is cleansing,
The driving rain is cleansing,
The driving rain is cleansing,
The driving rain is cleansing, out here on this proving ground.

On the proving ground,
Oh.