Standing on this porch I plead with the Wind.
Asking to blow you back to me again
but all I see is your fading tail lights.
The Wind is blowing through the hole in my heart,
echoes of cruel words said in the heat of the dark,
there is no way of this  coming to any good.
I'm standing here wishing that it would.
My pleads to  the Wind seemed unheard,
so I asked  the Rain a favor from her,
to wash this pain from my eyes,
but the Wind had already  tried.
I'm left  with memories of faded tail lights.
Standing on this porch on this rainy night,
the Wind blowing around everything in sight,
still no sign of you.
Still no sign of you.
Somewhere in a place unknown,
you're there and  you want to come home.
Ask the Wind what should you do.
There is someone still standing , waiting for you.