We watch the rains fall

when we have the time to cry

we like to know when the weather turns

we prepare ourselves to …

 

let the blues take me on a ride

when I think about all the new

ideas just yesterday gave my eyes

I can now begin to believe …

 

I like to listen to the mellow groove

let’s my mind just take a walk

inside the dreams and notions

I can never quite put aside …

 

I am preparing for a ride

getting the jump start on an engine

the triggers that let me fly

on this quiet journey. I mention

this only to you because you hear

the ramblings of a quiet man

who only wants to realize

just how similar we all can be.

 

Rains are falling hard now

lets me wonder about time

how do we measure our lives

poured upon by atmosphere

 

We take a notion that we heard

some sage that caught our eye today

we listen to their words to say

we want to be just like their way

 

And suddenly our patience interferes

time begins to issue statements

our worlds can’t be just like each other

far too different in our sudden fears

 

When the skies begin to part I feel a little sad

knowing again my world awaits another storm