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Stand in the Rain

Two different worlds completely, two different worlds
Look outside your window as you head on down
This industrialization, I cannot call it my own
These city lights and tall skyscrapers, I cannot call it my home
These houses, these buildings, these people, I do not recognize
Familiarly does not rest in this air
It’s somewhere else entirely
I’d rather not be here
I’d rather be where I’ve made my home
I’d rather not be here
I’d rather be where I’ve made my home
I am alone

She came back in December only to find her love is not her own
I came back to listen to the winter rain, wash my pain away, wash my pain away
She came back in December only to find her love is gone
The rain it pours down onto my empty soul
Why don’t you come find me? You know I’m home
If you want me, come find me, love me like you did four months ago
Love me like you did a summer ago

Don’t let these other men have what you deny
Don’t let these other men take advantage of what you once called mine

I’ll drive, I’ll drive, I’ll drive to your doorstep, stand outside in the rain
Just drive, just drive, just drive to my doorstep, and stand outside
Even in the rain, when it rains I am inside, having another man try to love me
If you know I’m home, then let the rain wash away what you think of me
and I will come outside, stand in the rain, with you
If you come to my doorstep, stand outside, I’ll stand with you, by your side
I will stand in the rain

She came back in December only to find her love is not her own
I came back to listen to the winter rain, wash my pain away, wash my pain away
She came back in December only to find her love is gone
The rain it pours down onto my empty soul
Why don’t you come find me? You know I’m home
If you want me, come find me, love me like you did four months ago
Love me like you did a summer ago

I came back in December to remember the times we had
But it just died as the weather, it got so much colder
We were supposed to be reunited, but you won’t even talk to me
Have you forgotten the promises we made? Last summer, I haven’t, I haven’t yet
We were supposed to be reunited, my plane would fly in and we would be reunited
you would be waiting there, but you never showed up
So show up at my doorstep, so show up at my door, show up at my doorstep,
The rain must keep you away





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guitarstar147 said...
Jan. 15, 2011 at 4:59 pm
That is such a beautiful song! I am a songwriter too but I am about half of half as good as you! I love how you use details to make your story unique but still relatable. :)
 
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