hello my, my foul weather friend

these thick sheets of rain

seem to have hindered your way, again



and the winds, I can feel the winds

they've gotten so strong

no wonder you're back to our home, our home



my ears, they're always open to your laments

my will, is always weak for your advances

but I'll play the maid

and clean up the mess



your face, I look at your face and it's changed since we last spoke

it's weathered and beautiful

so weathered and so beautiful

oh no no no please have a seat



I was going anywhere

but that can wait cuz I'd rather have you here while I can

then I'll pack it all up and take you with me again



my ears they're always open to your laments

my will is always weak for your advances

but I'll play the maid

and clean up the mess



I was like anyone else

so real, so strong, so you said

it's always welcome back, I'll take your bags

things havent changed much since you left my side

though your room's been unoccupied

well I have tried to give it up



so here are my ears again

and here are my arms

and here are my hopes again

just please

keep coming back