Versus You Rainmaker
I'm a constellation trying to make out with you.
My eyes write a book on you that you will never read.
I try to concentrate
but it's just so hard with you around
and so I stand in line and wait for you to show.
Twenty-five thousand words to make you see that I still care
but you never seem to have the time to hear me out.
I'm sleeping by the phone.
I'm waiting for you to come home.
I try to translate my feelings.
Can't you tell?
