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
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