Don’t you want for cryin’,
and oh baby don it just feel like dyin’?
And my body begs for unconscious, I know
(trying too hard to not let it show…
ought for that the day drains my soul.)
And the problem wit hidin from the world, I know
(is eventually it comes and bangs down your door.)
Too many words and not enough room
and this life as I know it is too hard to swoon,
oer an oer, my same ol red rover.
And I won’t let you look into these eyes and see
(the unhappy side of me -
wouldn’t do to have that done to you.)
An’ I worry this world is changin’
(too fast all around me,
so close all the windows and bolt all the doors)
just let the rayne pour, just let the rayne pour.
And I don’ wan for this no more,
Please, (I don’t want for this no more…)