It's chilly outside and the rains pouring down,
I need your presence, your warmth I need you around.
The thunders heading directly my way,
I stare outside the window, the clouds gone gray.
I'm pleading God to look after you, wherever you are,
I gaze outside once more to uncover no trace of your car.
I'm freezing and teardrops are bottling up within me
I need to know your safe, God please; I'm on my knee.
I'm irritated by the roaring thunderclaps that I hear,
The food on the table are going cold, the ice disappear.
Are you alright? Are you safe? Are you okay? I wonder
God, are you watching over him in this dreadful thunder?
I turn around and look at the clock, its half past nine,
I'm wondering when the clouds will vanish and the sun will shine.
The candles sitting on the dinner table are about to burn out,
You always speed and the roads are slippery, that's all I can think about.
I hear something; the phone on the counter starts to ring
I pick it up, hoping that it's you, but a stranger greets me on the other string.
She tells me all these lies, telling me that you've been in a crash,
I don't want to believe the lies; I don't want to believe the trash.
But now I find myself here, sitting in the Police Station
I'm seeing the pictures of the accident, they're telling me the location.
I'm looking at the aftermath, looking at the awful bruise.
I bet your sorry now, but Honey, driving over the limit is no excuse.
