Rush hour and the day's dawning
And the rain came
And pushed me under the awning
And the puddles grew and threw themselves at me
With every passing car
I'm shielding my guitar
And there were some things that I did not tell him
There were certain things
He did not need to know
And there were some days
That I did not love him
And he didn't understand me
And I don't know why I didn't go
I expected summer to be there in the morning
I woke to the alarm
But she was out of arms reach
Sneaking out
On silent thighs
That were spent and sore
From the hot nights which came before
And he said: "Change the channel
I've got problems of my own
I'm so sick of hearing about drugs
And AIDS
And people without homes!
And I said: "Well
I'd like to sympathize with that
But if you don't understand
Then how can you act?"
And there were some things
That I did not tell him
There were certain things he did not need to know
And there were some days that I did not love him
And he didn't understand me
And I don't know why I didn't go
I expected summer to be there in the morning
I woke to the alarm
But she was out of arms reach
Sneaking out
On silent thighs
That were spent and sore
From the hot nights which came before
And He said: "I looked for you
And I, I don't know why"
I said: "I was wearing black so you could
See me against the sky
Take your big leather boots
And your buckles and your chains
Put them on a downtown train"
I expected he would be there in the morning
I awoke to the alarm
And he was still in arm's reach
But his body was just a disguise
His mind had wandered off long ago
I could tell by his eyes
Love isn't over when the sheets are stained
In my, in my head there remains
So much left to be said
make me laugh, make me cry, enrage me
But just don't try to disengage me
I expected summer would be there in the morning
I woke to the alarm
But she was out of arms reach
Sneaking out
On silent thighs
That were spent and sore
From the hot nights which came before
Rush hour and the day's dawning
And the rain came
And pushed me under the awning
And the puddles grew and threw themselves at me
With every passing car
I'm shielding my guitar
And there were some things that I did not tell him
There were certain things
He did not need to know
And there were some days
That I did not love him
And he didn't understand me
I don't know why I didn't go