You'd think after forty long days and nights. I'd finally get use to the rain. But until that storm passes out of my mind. The only thing I know to take for the pain is.
My roots are deeper than the bones, the others. My colors that change with the sun. My branches, were higher. Than anything on the hillside. On the day that I watched them all come.
Ain't been no blue sky out your window. You just don't want endless rainy day. All you do is cry there on your pillow. Well, baby, I can change your ways.