Balcony Thoughts

It's hot here on the balcony

I suppose the rain is coming soon

There are many flies this year

And the storm moves in

It starts to rain at last

I'm getting wet all over

And you are getting wet

Outside there in the grass

Under the oak tree

It's very dark and quiet over there

I wander if God's still mad at me, but I can't have you

Nobody will, nobody will

I suppose He isn't mad

The rain washes the dirt of my hands

And the dirt out of my mind

It's raining and I take another drink

It's getting colder, I suppose God isn't pleased

After all

You know, sometimes it gets quite lonely up here

On my balcony

I suppose I'll have to go inside, to become a little

Warm again.

I wander if God's still mad at me, but I can't have you

Nobody will, nobody will

I wander if God's still mad at me, but I can't have you

Nobody will, nobody will