You scan the page collecting
any sign my barely conscious mind
deposits into your piggy bank
of Melrose things.
But you
my bedroom wishing I had something
more distracting than your pom-pom dreams.
Ha ha, make me laugh my little monkey.
But what will we do when I'm out of tricks?
Like the one where you go crazy on me
and I just smile.
Well what happens when you figure out
our story has an end?
Give your Melrose dreams an intermission
and grow a thicker skin.
Because I believe - I'm pretty sure -
the forecast calls for rain on the sun.
And I never saw this coming.
No, we never saw this coming.
See, I've been biding all my time.
Collecting all my words
to try to talk you out of this.
So many times I came so near,
but now that day is here
and oh what a sunny day.
And I know that you hate to be alone.
Well, Johnny Walker works for me.
Maybe someday you can come back down
and join us on the ground.
I'll be here.
Because I believe - in fact I'm certain -
that imminently it will be raining on your sun.
And I never saw this coming.
And when I wander
and you creep back in my mind
I'll watch the sky,
admiring all the dreamy dark clouds
floating by.
