Soft rain falling, on my face Feeling tired and bored, with this place. Im expecting too much, evidently. Life is too hard, to satisfy me So Im gone.
Its been raining, seems like forever. But without much to say, couples talk about the weather. Instead of that ache, which they feel in their hearts, that comes from not knowing where to start at all.
While driving at night, I see more clearly, through the looking glass. With no place to go. Just burning gas. Propelled by my fear, of waiting too long, sometimes I seem so sure, but then I dont know a thing.
Oh Creator, please bless my race. Your poor children, are lost in space. Darkness falls; dont you hear our calls? Its so cold, and were growing old.