The angry wind and the melancholy clouds converge. It's okay, I'm headed home. As soon as I reach clarity.
I was buying hope. You were selling sanctuary.
Times like now, I prefer to be stationary.
But,
I'm driving in the rain.
Barefoot, shirtless, pay phone in the distance. Some day, I will look back on now and say you're the one who got away. And I'll be your dodged bullet. It's okay, that'll be a different day. When I reach the point of clarity.
I was singing impossible things. And crying over what never was. Hand written notes will some day be passe. And childish. Take your kids down memory lane and tell them I, at least, made you laugh. And if you can lie, tell them I made you cry.
Those words that hurt your heart, they hurt my brain
I should have stopped and said goodbye
but I was driving in the rain.
Music up and God, I miss you
I don't want to
But it's okay, it was a different day
And I see you now. And God is good. And God is great. And goddamn, this isn't fair.
I should be home in bed
but instead
I am driving in the rain.
I love you
I don't want to
