I met God on the train and he smacked the back of my head
I haven't been listening
Months and months, I haven't been listening
He's been trying to make me see that these people just aren't for me
So He came along and
plucked them out of my life
He's sorry that it's been so hard but
I have to pick my head up
Look up from the puddles and wet socks
It's time to see the flowers that
the rain has watered
May flowers are here
He let some stay, they're blooming again
I ought to figure out why they belong in my garden and keep feeding them love