About The Rain - Ron Pope
I woke up in a sleepy airport bar all by myself,
And the waitress stared and asked me,
"may I get you something else?"
So I thought for a moment,
And before I grabbed my bags,
I said, "I'll have one more whiskey;
Then one more after that."
On the plane to Baltimore,
I met a red haired girl,
Who's brother works in futures;
What that means, I am not sure.
I could've sworn
I saw myself in her haunted sea green eyes,
When we landed,
I stood up and smiled, then we both said goodbye.
All I know about the rain,
I learned from keeping dry,
The hardest part of loving you,
Is that you were never mine.
On the cab ride back to my hotel,
I lost the afternoon,
And watched the clouds roll endlessly;
My thoughts returned to you.
I wonder if you sleep well in that bed which you have made,
Or if at night your dreams return to the one you sent away.
All I know about the rain,
I learned from keeping dry,
The hardest part of loving you,
Is that you were never mine.
And the loneliness that's tortured me,
Each moment of my life,
Has turned the boy who saw it all,
Into a man that's blind.
If truth is not the answer,
I will pay my debts in blood,
In surrendering all that I have,
I'll prove I'm not enough.
All I know about the rain, I learned from keeping dry,
The hardest part of loving you, is that you were never mine.
All I know about the rain, I learned from keeping dry,
The hardest part of loving you, is that you were never mine.
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