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About the rain - Ron Pope
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About the rain Ron Pope

About the rain - Ron Pope
About The Rain
I woke up in a sleepy airport bar all by myself
And the waitress stared and asked me
"may I get you something else?"
So I thought for a moment

And before I grabbed my bags
I said, "I'll have one more whiskey;
Then one more after that."

On the plane to Baltimore
I met a red haired girl
Who's brother works in futures;
What that means, I am not sure
I could've sworn
I saw myself in her haunted sea green eyes
When we landed
I stood up and smiled, then we both said goodbye

All I know about the rain
I learned from keeping dry
The hardest part of loving you
Is that you were never mine

On the cab ride back to my hotel
I lost the afternoon
And watched the clouds roll endlessly;
My thoughts returned to you
I wonder if you sleep well in that bed which you have made
Or if at night your dreams return to the one you sent away
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