About the Rain - Ron Pope

About The Rain

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