the rain is an old man
playing piano outside my window
I try to sleep, but
the dream of you won’t let me

outside the sirens sing the night
the waves of traffic ebb and flow
the skies are neon smog and chrome
and a fear like feathers fills my room

the cars move along the street outside
their headlights move along my ceiling
I toss and turn in this empty bed
and try to sleep away the feeling

the dream of you won’t let me go
and the night is deep inside me
I free-fall from the dark to dawn
through a dream of you beside me

but the rain is an old man
playing an out-of-tune piano
outside my window all night
and he plays me a tune of you