Bob Dylan - Buckets of Rain cover by Toni Lindgren

Buckets of rain, buckets of tears

Got all them buckets comin' out of my ears

Buckets of moonbeams in my hand

You got all the love

Honey baby, I can stand.

I've been meek and hard like an oak

I've seen pretty people disappear like smoke

Friends will arrive, friends will disappear

If you want me

Honey baby, I'll be here.

I like your smile

And your fingertips

Like the way that you move your hips

I like the cool way you look at me

Everything about you is bringing me misery.

Little red wagon, little red bike

I ain't no monkey but I know what I like

I like the way you love me strong and slow

I'm takin' you with me

Honey baby, when I go.

Life is sad, life is a bust

All ya can do is do what you must

You do what you must do and ya do it well

I'll do it for you

Honey baby, can't you tell?

      Buckets of Rain was the last but one song to be written for Blood on the Tracks and appears last on the album. An amusing and touching little love song? No. It’s better seen as an unintentionally, and for the most part damning, indictment of the narrator out of his own mouth. Despite what he says, there’s not any real love in it. Instead, the narrator merely attempts to convince the woman, and perhaps himself, that he’s acting to further their relationship, while coming across as deeply flawed and untrustworthy. In this way the song provides a realistic portrayal of human psychology. What saves him from total condemnation, perhaps, is our recognition that in condemning him, we’d be condemning ourselves.