Looking at the rain

Looking at the rain, feeling the pain of love lost running though my brain.
Looking at the wind, watching it spin, the leaves along the street- you win.
Waiting for a line to fall, telling you it's all a big mistake.

Looking at a face so out of place inside that picture frame of lace.
Looking at the wall, wishing you'd call and tell me you're OK, that's all.
Wishing this was all a dream and I'd find you sleeping when I wake.

Looking at the trees, so ill at ease from sleep that will not come, that's me.
Looking at the dawn, knowing it's wrong, still thinking of your love that's gone.
Wishing this was all a dream and I'd find you sleeping when I wake.

Looking at the rain, feeling the pain of love lost running though my brain.
Looking at the wind, watching it spin, the leaves along the street- you win.
Waiting for a line to fall, telling you it's all a big mistake.
But the words won't come. I know, I'd feel the same. Looking at the rain.