Pulling back the rain is wet We’re still inside it all And what’s yours in the morning By the night it all could be gone
You sound so good to me And I have to say I’m glad it wasn’t me Who had to walk away
Memory is heavy when you have to write The pictures that are scattered They swell up in your eyes And how much becomes yours What can you throw away All this it matters on moving day
sweeping out from under the bed Afraid of what you’ll find Looking out windows for the last time
See past that face in front of you And lift your head Leave the saddest room