I stand still and blankly stare
As water permeates my hair and runs off my head
Wait for the ride to where I've an empty bed
And I wonder if she'd care if I spoke the things I left unsaid
The latest whom I hoped would spare
Me from myself when I'm alone
As I wait for the bus back home

Like the trees I'm seeing on the ground I reflect on those
Things I swore they'd never know ; my core beneath the show
I don't know for whom I'd go ahead
and shed light on what might be under the coat I wear to stay dry
as I try to control the clouds

But no seraph has come down
to where if I'm honest none belong
I've not heard the sweetest song
Just the drops against the street
The last hope I hold is that I'll meet
her and sweep her off her feet
The record won't skip, I'll stop repeating
But keep the beat and never trip
on my words or on my feet

i stand there, wet, and think 'and yet, 
I still long for someone i've never met'
And each day i have to accept
Perhaps my waiting is in vain
No hope, no gain
Just me standing in the rain