It's raining again,

the sun sets at my back.

Swingset chains hold me up,

keep me from falling,

from flying away.



It's the same old

run down play ground,

the one we've always gone to.

Played the same old games,

but now I'm here without you



Drops keep falling,

hit me as I swing.

Night sets in with that cold hard chill.

With the past on my mind

its hard to feel.



How high can we go?

How hard can we fall?

Are those stars just pictures

or is it all something more?

So many questions in the pouring down rain



All alone with my thoughts

and you on my mind

and I'm clinging to

these old swing set chains