Raindrops just like tears,
full of anxiety and fear,
on my windowshield they fall,
making me feel so damn small.
Just like the old times I look at the stars,
pour me some whiskey, light a cigar,
sit on the balcony and silently listen
fall into melancholy and start reminiscing.
How sky was once clear and sun was shining,
how people in the streets were genuinely smiling,
how I was so young and felt so immortal,
how the meaningless things were so damn important.
Now I'm sitting here feeling that something went wrong,
I wonder what left me waiting so long,
They say time is the best teacher and the worst enemy,
but it ain't a professor, more like a sacred friend to me.
He comes up there, looks at me, asking what the heck,
I stand up, take his hand and kiss him on the neck,
cause he doesn't need to know the way I feel inside ,
just give me some good loving throughout the rainy night.
