I'm standing at the alter,
Waiting for my man.
Reaching for the moment,
when I can take his hand.
The best man comes to take his place in line,
My friends run up to tell me not to waste my time.
my groom is not showing, and I know the reason why.
So they need not tell me because I can read his mind.
my guest all leave me with my hurt and pain.
and I say to myself
"He always leaves me standing in the rain"
my knees start to buckle,
and I hit the floor.
saying to myself "I can't take it anymore".
I go to our home where we were to spend our lives.
realizing whats the point if I'm not his wife.
a few days later ther's a pounding at my door,
it turns out to be the man I was with a few years before.
he tells me he's sorry ,
and choosing my groom was wrong.
when he was the one who's loved me all along.
I run into his arms ,
and he wips away my tears.
and at the same times banishes away my fears.
he tells me that it's okay to let go of my hurt and pain,
as he whispers to me softly,
"I'll never leave you standing in the rain"