In the rain, I go home under something
Empty cups, or the usual feeling
Somebody turns to me, honey I think that you should probably be leaving
Godspeed, safe walk, I'll talk to you in the morning
And it's right towards the end of the evening
Little hands in my head start to hold things
Things that I could never need, your things, books and broken keyrings
Hot on these palms, some kind of pot handle burning
Yep it's there, at the end of the evening
When The Thought turns around to The Feeling
It's late, I'd hate, for you to keep me from my sleeping-
Godspeed, safe walk, i'll talk to you in the morning
In the rain, I go home under something
Weather or, just the tree leaves talking
One of them turns to me honey we heard they all
Think you're a beesting
I stop, just watch raindrops melt into my skin