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Standin’ in the Rain

In the rain,

feelin’ insane.

As I just stood there,

losin’ my brain.

 

In the rain,

sayin’ nothing in vain.

As I just waited there,

stayin’ in the cold.

 

I waited and waited for Mr. Blue Sky,

to come and take me away.

For me to soar to the heavens and fly,

only thing that came was rain in its stay.

 

When Mr. Blue Sky didn’t show,

I couldn’t wait anymore.

So I got in my car and began to go,

go where… I wasn’t necessarily sure.

 

All I could think of was the wheels turning,

under me as I drove away from my past.

Not thinking too much where I was yearning,

or even making my getaway too fast.

 

Those wheels turning,

round, round, round.

Not sure where they are going,

bound, bound, bound.

 

Towards a new future,

for you and me.

Our past is unsure,

until it turns into a memory.

 

As I drove I saw loads of people,

that reminded me of you: Mr. Blue Sky.

Happy faces all about, couples holding hands.

As my hands grasped the cold wheel.