Rain comes pouring down
Like Feelings from a gutter.
The cold?

The cold is coming from the window-
There's something about that town
When the sun shines bright

And morning is gone to conversation
And it's suddenly afternoon.


With silence She fills this room
And leaves no place for worry.
Along with the day

She comes and she goes
But it's the thing she said an hour ago.
She said, Wake up babe.

She called this day a waste.

But we are wasting time alone

When she comes and she goes away.

You've got sleep in both of your eyes

So run back to your dreaming.

But we are wasting time alone

When she comes and she goes.
I've been thinking she needs
To be by herself-

With nobody else
When she comes and she goes away.