Maybe this feeling isn't my own
Maybe it's just God's way of making me pay...

It's getting colder out
My season has finally arrived...

On days like this, when I stop and think
I can see us in the future...

A new work, something fresh and off color
Something askew from the ordinary lines...

He stands out there in the open
Such an unfamiliar place for the wanderer...

The rains keep pouring down
Washing him clean of the past...

Told myself a thousand times not to tell you
And argued a hundred more to stop thinking...

He's been around the town on heels of distress
And ripped through the sky on wings of pain...

But I'm afraid to be alone
To face this aggressive world...

This is not for you
You couldn't comprehend this...

Full moon and the winds blow gently
The sky is clear and filled with stars...

I roll over to wrap you in my arms
But you've left me this time...