Hello, my foul weather friend.
These thick sheets of rain
Seem to have hindered your
And the winds, I can feel the winds,
they've gotten so strong,
And my will is always weak
And I'll play the maid and clean up the
Your face, I look at your face and
it's changed since we last spoke
It s weathered and beautiful,
Because I'd rather have you
Then I'll pack it all up and take
And my will is always weak
I wasn't like anyone else
So real and so strong, so you said
It's always," welcome back,
Things haven't changed much
And though your rooms been unoccupied,
I have tried to give it up.
So here are my ears again and here
And here are my hopes again,
Just please keep coming back.