As the night falls...
When the storm clouds start rolling in,
as they sometimes do;
I think back to the life I had,
the life I had with you.
When the rain starts falling down,
like it sometimes will;
I remember back to the times,
when I seemed to fit the bill.
When the sun breaks through the clouds,
and it always does;
I remember the way you looked that day,
when I knew I was in love.
But as the night begins to fall,
each and every day;
I think of all I could have said,
that might have made you stay.
Will the rain ever wash your eyes?,
will you ever see?
Or is this really the way our lives,
were always meant to be?