The rain is beating heavy
You swing on the front porch soaked
A little lonely you sit waiting as you watch the night put
on a show
You think the best days are perfect
You watch them come and start to hope
But even the best days are no comfort when they end and
you’re alone.
Lightning fills up the vacant sky
Like kindled sorrow fills your heart
Electricity choreographed with thunder and your beating heart
just stops
This road keeps getting longer
Inconvenience you swear looks like a 59
But just like these Texas storms we weather you’re still welcome anytime
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