I knew a man who was afraid to love
To lay his heart on the bathroom rug
He drank his coffee in the same old mug

And sat in silence 'til the world fell numb

Until the day when a girl came by

She had eyes like the rising tide
He felt a sharpness deep inside
The kind of ache that can't be satisfied


We hate the rain when it fills up our shoes
But how we love when it washes our cars

We love to love when it fills up the room
But when it leaves oh we're cursing the stars


So he turned to the radio
And he went to a picture show
Tried to find someone else who knows

All the hurt that a heart can hold

She smelled like cinnamon and winter clove

And sparked like firewood inside a stove
Wanted to ask her just to sit and stay
Instead he watched as she walked away


We hate the rain when it fills up our shoes
But how we love when it washes our cars

We love to love when it fills up the room
But when it leaves oh we're cursing the stars


We hate the rain when it fills up our shoes
But how we love when it washes our cars
We love to love when it fills up the room

But when it leaves oh we're cursing the stars