Thunderheads and Regrets

Thunderheads and Regrets

© 2001 Rob Spectre

For forty days and thirty-nine nights
I kept the buckets empty and the shutters battened down tight
Alone in the storm with a defective screen door
I guess it could always be worse
But then again that always seems to be the curse
I can’t do anything right to end this downpour
Before I just tried to look the other way
Now it’s me. Now it’s me. Now I’m the one who has to say

Rain rain please go away
Don’t come back again until I say when
Because you’re not stopping and I keep on watching
But it looks like you’re here to stay
Another super cell in a different verse
Of a song I’m much too tired to sing anymore
Ready for my hurricane’s eye
I’ll see you again when my clothes are dry

There’s always calm before the big storm
When distraction ends it hurts even more
and the oblivious and ominous clouds begin to roll in
These clouds have a shimmering line
But it’s for someone other than me this time
So I’m left with a fucked up six string and a broken heart
These clouds make a haunting shape in my night
And you’d think for all my pleading
You’d think you’d just make my

These clouds make a haunting shape in my night
And you’d think for all my pleading
You’d think you’d just make my