Some folks are like umbrellas They pass through your life with little meaning And then there's the ones who make you hang on to every word Well she was one of the latter She came into my room and told me things that mattered, like Everything that rises must converge When so-called experts try to tell you that Parallel lines will never intersect Don't listen to the man, don't you believe a word I'm speaking from experience Everything that floats is going to run into something 'cause Everything that rises must converge Some folks are like umbrellas They pass through your life with little meaning And then there's the ones who make you hang on to every word Well he was one of the latter He came into my room and told me things that mattered, like Everything that rises must converge