I was told it can't rain all the time
But thurderstorms ravage my mind
Wind whips sweet memories
Into such dismal scenes
And lightening strikes at optimistic ideas
Leaving burnt tree stumps of thoughts
But I was told that it can't rain all the time

I watched as the son and mother walked up to the gastation
Dressed in goodwill clothing
The mother pulls out a bag and shows the boy what to look for
Cigarette butts in the trash can ashtrays

He was only three or four
Not old enough to know any better
But I'm sure that will be the first real memory of his mother
And he will loathe it as he will loathe her

I swayed to the sound of nostalgia
As it sank into my bones
Then washed away my worries
And brought me memories of home

I’ve been gone for far to long
And I know I’ve missed it there
But in the morning, when I wake
I’ll be lost again somewhere

And it happens far too often
That I’m lost and gone
But I know I’m stuck to live a life
That plays to the same sad song

However, I do not seek your pity
Please send it far from me
I do what I do strictly for you
To live life happily

Time and time again I fear you'll leave
That what I try so hard to have was never meant to be
And though you say you love me
There's times I cannot not see
That what I feel for you, is what you feel for me

Fly to me and kiss my painted lips
And taste the dry red wine
Then stare into my hazel eyes
That in the moonlight shine

It seems far too long that you’ve been gone
And, my dear, I’ve needed you here
So sit and rest your weary feet
And sip gently at your beer

Tell me of your troubled days
That start from troubled nights
And I’ll listen to your problems
And I’ll try to kiss them right

I’ll pull you ever closer
As your hand trails down my spine
And whisper softly into your neck
That for tonight, again, you’re mine

And after the talk and drink are through
We’ll find ourselves in bed
Passionately tangled in each other
Showing words we’ve never said