As a child I was told to take shelter in a storm. "Wait for danger to pass, where it's safe and it's warm." Was the plea sent down wet steps and the outmatched door To chase my staccato strides. I'd lose it, if I could help it, In puddle waves and wind-whipped tides Over rocky shores and steep divides Then stroll down the lane with thunderstorms n' hurricanes. While the sky cracked with tension and the red oaks strained, I never felt small nor ever afraid, Of the forceful rumbles their limbs obeyed, I felt alive n' emboldened by every squall Raised higher and higher by the climatic cure-all Until I could meet it face to face n' eye to eye And hold its gaze, as though it were mine, Until the blackened-beaten town and the next day's fight Seemed bold but inviting, a blinding light.
You don't even love me, o you don't even care. When we are together, I can't tell if you're even there; I reach out for your hand, but you pull away.
You don't even love me, o you don't even care. My eyes begin to water then I hear you say. "Ty, be a man and put away those tears. Or are you still a boy, even after all of these years?"
No amount of wisdom could have made me prepared... to wake up in the morning and realise that you weren't here. You said that we'll be together forever, so did forever end yesterday? Does the end of forever, begin an eternity of pain?
You don't even love me, o you don't even care. Yet I'm still wishing that you were here; you're the cause and cure of my heartache.
Maybe if you were here, I'd be able to smile all the same.