Too many thoughts in your poor head,
You left your dreams in an unmade bed,
Phone keeps talkin' but it won't tell you a thing.
And the ink bleeds through 'cause you're paper thin,
And you're one more fool with a paper and a pen,
Lookin' for a poem in the water stains on the floor.
I'll be waitin' here where the sky is clear.

You can be the rain against my window
You can be the rain against my window

You don't talk much anymore,
You used to get sad now you just get bored,
How did everything get so damn difficult?
Are you running in place are you running away?
Are you just sleep walkin' through another day?
Follow your shadow 'til you come out the other side.
I'll be waiting here where the sky is clear.

You can be the rain against my window
You can be the rain against my window

Rollin like smoke through a screen door day,
Tappin' out a code 'cause you just can't say,
Anything you mean to anyone who really cares.
'Cause the wind still blows though you lock the door,
And the water piles up on the bedroom floor,
Sittin' on a phone book waiting for the bell to ring.
I'll be waiting here where the sky is clear.

You can be the rain against my window
You can be the rain against my window)
You can be the rain against my window)
You can be the rain against my window)

Writer : RANDALL BRAMBLETT, JASON SLATTON
Copyright : Lyrics © BUG MUSIC