rush hour // and the day's dawning
the rain came // and pushed me under the awning
the puddles grew and threw themselves at me
with every passing car // i'm shielding my guitar
and there were some things that i
did not tell him // there were certain things
he did not need to know // and there were some days
when i did not love him // he didn't understand me
and i don't know why // i didn't go
he said change the channel
i've got problems of my own
i'm so sick of hearing about drugs
and aids
and people without homes // and i said, well,
i'd like to sympathize with that
but if you don't understand // then how can you act
i expected summer to be there in the morning
i woke to the alarm // but she was out of arms reach
sneaking out // on silent thighs
that were spent and sore
from the hot nights that came before
he said i looked for you // i don't know why
i said i was wearing black so you could
see me against the sky
take your big leather boots
and your buckles and your chains
put them on a downtown train
i expected he would be there in the morning
i awoke to the alarm // he was still in arm's reach
but his body was just a disguise
his mind had wandered off long ago
you see in his eyes
love isn't over when the sheets are stained
in my head there remains // so much left to be said
make me laugh, make me cry, enrage me
but just don't try to disengage me
he didn't understand me and
i don't know why i didn't go
he didn't understand me and
he had every chance to know