(c. stepney - r. rudolph)



Sitting all alone i hear the tapping of the rain

Dance ballerina dance

Talking with the rain in some small city i feel the pain,

She's dancing all alone

Thinking how we'd wait together

Sitting by the fire in weather just like this

Playing lovers' games; hoping the rain would never end

And i thought about the night we met

How the gentle rain fell down, kissed the ground

Then i knew no one ever could take your place



Nothing seems the same but the falling rain

You've gone away

Walking by the sea; sitting beneath a tree;

You are not here..