the wind is ruthless

the trees shake angry fingers at the sky

the people hunch their shoulders

hold their collars over their ears and run by

it's a cold rain

it's a hard rain

like the kind you find in songs

i guess that makes me the jerk with the heartache

here to sing to you about how i been done wrong



i am sitting, watching

out the window of the coffee show

and i'm waiting, waiting

waiting for it to let up

i am rocking like a cradle

warming my hands with the cup in between

i am leaning over the table

holding my face over the steam



and before it gets so cold

that the rain turns to snow

there's just a couple things

i'd like to know



like how could you do nothing

and say, i'm doing my best

how could you take almost everything

and then come back for the rest

how could you beg me to stay

reach out your hands and plead

and then pack up your eyes and run away

as soon as i agreed



it just all slips

away so slowly

you don't even notice till you've lost a lot

i've been like one of those zombies

in vegas

pouring quarters into a slot

and now i'm tired

and i am broke

and i feel stupid and i feel used

and i'm at the end of my little rope

and i am swinging back and forth

about you



and before it gets so cold

that the rain turns to snow

there's just a couple things

i'd like to know



like how could you do nothing

and say, i'm doing my best

how could you take almost everything

and then come back for the rest

how could you beg me to stay

reach out your hands and plead

and then pack up your eyes and run away

as soon as i agreed