The phone rings early in the morning and your voice repeats the same every day.
Yes I've made it through the night, and I'm still thinking about you all the way.
You tell me it's raining where you are,
And it rains here too, through your so far.
My soft patted windows remind me of you,
The thought of walking in the wet makes me feel blue.
I only need you here to hold my chilly hand,
but thoughts now spread far across the land.
Forever the rain clouds my head and sky,
Forever we'll be parted, you and I?
