Waiting for the Rain

An empty bus shrugs sighing through the cold
As a siren screams its tale must be told
Of somebody in trouble or in pain
A tale of woe and here we go

It is night again
I only see a few stars but they are
Each one quite star enough to be a star
Featured in my film of reality
That which though it is not seems real to me

Only stars remain
Everybody goes inside except for
The smokers who hang out outside the door
But it feels too cold for me around here
Inside there outside here too far too near

Waiting for the rain
It feels too cold for me everywhere now
So for what is left as time will allow
I will go to my room sit on my bed
Turn up the heat and roll my own instead

Encyclopedia and dictionary
At the ready
There I will be safe in my sanctuary
Holding steady

I will explore the universe all night long
Like an effect in search of its cause
And in the morning I will sing you a song
Of what could have been if not what was
Does anybody really know?

But should you care to be tonight with me
I always enjoy some good company
Some pot and a pot of a lot of hot tea
And it seems real enough to be
Dancing in our socks on the hardwood floor
Where the smokers hang in inside the door
Where flower meets flame and less blooms into more
In my room in the womb of my family

It is night again
Only stars remain
Waiting for the rain

+Steven Curtis Lance



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