I'll be waiting in the rain

Though I hardly know your name but I know you

I just hold the card you wrote, there's a place to hang my coat there with you

Passports stamped with memories and coins that make no sense

The only thing I want to spend is time with you again

Can't remember what to dial

But I think of you all the while

Mermaid statues painted gold

The streets all look the same

Like a page from Dickens’s pen

I try to call you again but all I have today is a pack of matches where we used to stay

I'll be waiting in the rain

Though I hardly know your name but I know you

I just hold the card you wrote, there's a place to hang my coat there with you

Taxi driver pulls away and wonders what I'll do

We drive around he says goodbye

I hope she turns up soon

If there's room for me tonight

We can light a candle in the night

Fountain boy who draws a crowd and that was our last tour

Now my heart is like an open wound, the rain begins to pour

And all I have is a pack of matches where we used to stay

I'll be waiting in the rain

Though I hardly know your name but I know you

I just hold the card you wrote, found a place to hang my coat there with you

So many missing parts

I got a hole inside my heart

That I never knew existed, until I met you

Take me as I am, we'll go on until the end

And in the meanwhile I'll be waiting here in the place where I left you

© Fran Smith Jr., 2005. All Rights Reserved.