They stand around while i fondle a poster
i'm sorry mister, if this is too personal, but
i gotta tell someone, and that's all i know
'cause she's been havin' to lie about me
so i try to imagine how good it could be, but
either way it seems like falling is falling
And the rain, hasn't let up, for over an hour
and when it pours you never let me forget
it's more than a shower
and i end up all wet . . .
So i go outside and i take in the rain
but i don't understand and i can't explain
why i'm confused about a love or a two or three
When two, want to have me, to hold and to keep
but its the other one i can't have
that i think, that i want,
or maybe just need . . .
Well, don't you ever get tired,
of saying goodbye
all your world could be as small
as this one room,
if you knew it would be here tomorrow
if you know i won't,
i won't be here tomorrow
I won't be here tomorrow.