Done Wrong Ani DiFranco

The wind is ruthless
The trees shake angry fingers at the sky
The people hunch their shoulders
Hold their collars over their ears and run by
It's a cold rain
It's a hard rain
Like the kind you find in songs
I guess that makes me the jerk with the heartache
Here to sing to you bout how I've been done wrong

I am sitting
Watching
Out the window of the coffee shop
And I'm waiting, waiting
Waiting for it to let up
And I am rocking like a cradle
Warming my hands with the cup in between
And I am leaning over the table
Holding my face over the steam

And before it gets so cold
That the rain turns to snow
There's just a couple things
I'd like to know

Like how could you do nothing
And say, I'm doing my best
How could you take almost everything
Then come back for the rest
How could you beg me to stay
Reach out your hands and plead
And then pack up your eyes and run away
As soon as I agreed