I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls.
Soft and warm,

Continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls.


And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain drenched streets

To England, where my heart lies.

My mind's distracted and diffused

My thoughts are many miles away.
They lie with you when you're asleep,
Kiss you when you start your day.

And a song I was writing is left undone





I don't know why I spend my time

Writing songs I can't believe,
With words that tear and strain to rhyme.


And so you see I have come to doubt,
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs,

The only truth I know is you.

And as I watch the drops of rain

Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain-
There but for the grace of you go I.