Teardrops Of Rain

Call me – tell me what to say
under street lamps of stars
walking in your teardrops of rain.

Car lights and memories
blurs which flash on by
deep thoughts of yesterday
call me – and tell me why.

Until then I’ll walk alone
and walk until I’ve gone too far
and then I’ll turn around
perhaps I’ll see you there
standing in a phone booth – calling me.

Car lights and memories
blurs which flash on by
deep thoughts of yesterday
call me – and tell me why.

I’ll tell you that my feet are wet
my soul has washed away
sidewalks and gutters
and grey newspapers – of yesterday
Call me – tell me what to say.

While I sit here and wring my hands
on these old storied palms
lines and broken tea-bags
a worn life, which leaves a tale
can I call you – and tell you why.

As car lights and memories
blurs which flash on by
deep thoughts of yesterday
I better call – before I’ve walked too far.

Standing under street lamps of stars
walking.....
in your teardrops of rain.