Hello, my foul weather friend.
These thick sheets of rain
Seem to have hindered your
way again
And the winds, I can feel the winds,
they've gotten so strong,
No wonder You're back
to our home.
My ears are always open
to your laments
And my will is always weak
for your advances,
And I'll play the maid and clean up the
mess
Your face, I look at your face and
it's changed since we last spoke
It s weathered and beautiful,
So weathered and
so beautiful
Please have a seat,
I was going anywhere
But that can wait
Because I'd rather have you
here while I can
Then I'll pack it all up and take
you with me again
My ears are always open
to your laments
And my will is always weak
for your advances,
And I'll play the maid
and clean up the mess
I wasn't like anyone else
So real and so strong, so you said
It's always," welcome back,
I'll take your bags "
Things haven't changed much
since you left my side
And though your rooms been unoccupied,
I have tried to give it up.
So here are my ears again and here
are my arms
And here are my hopes again,
Just please keep coming back.