The road was wet

THE ROAD WAS WET (D A D G B E, capo 3)

The road was wet; I didn’t see rain. The sun was out, just hiding behind a cloud or two. A tree obscuring the view.

 

I flew bare chest down Glebe Road as you went to work. I felt wind in my face but it didn’t make me cry.

I am sheltered. I am right here. I am doing nothing. I am trying.

 

Asleep on the lounge. Awake through the night.

Grateful for morning and glad to be alive.

 

And I can see stars fall from the sky like rain. I can hold out my arms; I can wait all night.

But they fall through my fingers like wind through the trees every time.

They fall through my fingers like wind in the trees every time.