OUT IN THE RAIN

OUT IN THE RAIN

WRITTEN BY J.R HILTON

OCTOBER 2O18

QUIET CONVERSATIONS

WHISPERS IN THE DARK

WOULD SHE COME TO ME

CAN SHE SHE THE SPARK

HEAR ME CALLING HER

AS I LIE HERE ALONE

STUCK INSIDE MY THOUGHTS

WISH I COULD SAY

THEY WERE FEW

BUT THERE'S SO MUCH

GOING ON

YET NOTHING AT ALL

WHAT'S IT GONNA BE

TO CHANGE MY WORLD

WHO'S IT GONNA BE

TO SEE ME THROUGH

I HAVE MY SUSPICIONS

ENOUGH TO THINK ITS YOU

I'M WAITING IN THE WINGS

THERE'S TOO MANY WAYS

THIS COULD GO

I NEED SOME ANSWERS

SOLID GROUND I CAN STAND ON

MAYBE IT WAS ME

ALL MY OWN DOING

OUT IN THE RAIN

NOTHING TO GAIN AT ALL

OIL SKIN TO KEEP ME DRY

ITS JUST THAT I CAN'T FLY

ONCE IT WAS ALL OKAY

EVERYTHING WAS FINE

BUT LIKE MOST THINGS

THEY JUST CAN'T HELP BUT CHANGE

SAD TO SEE IT ALL GO

LEFT ALONE, WITHERED ON VINE

WOULD SHE COME TO ME

CAN SHE SEE THE SPARK

THAT LIGHTS THE FUSE

TO MY HEART

TEARING THROUGH THE PAST

BEFORE I KNOW IT

I'M RUNNING OUT OF FUTURE

RUNNING SCARED AND UNSURE

WHAT'S THE POINT OF WORRYING

WHEN I'M NOT SURE THE REASON WHY

WITH OR WITHOUT ME

TOMORROWS STILL GONNA COME

TELL ME ONE MORE TIME

IT'LL ALL BE FINE

IT ALL WORKS OUT IN THE END

SO THEY SAY

BUT SPECULATION

NEVER KNOWS TOMORROW

AND THE SORROW

IT SOMETIMES HOLDS

THERE'S TOO MANY WAYS

THIS COULD ALL GO