If you ever feel all alone,
And you’re loosing control,
It’s too soon to phone.
Slip beyond the garden gate,
Where I sit and wait,
In the pouring rain.
No I might not actually be there,
But I hope that you will see how much I care,
And bare in mind, we all share one sky,
I’m standing beneath it somewhere else,
Soaked and cold all by myself,
Wishing that I was there tonight.
Rain,
Falls again,
Rinsing the pain,
Fading all of the stains.
Re-connecting the chain,
For us to remain,
Rejoiced and insane.
