weather, and what seems like a long, long saturday
Lyrics
caught in random worlds of thought
evening rains, drowned bus stops
falling snow and saving grace
umbrella stands of purpled lace
i have no where else to go
waiting here at first, and snow
caught in swirls of solitude
supposed to go out, not in the mood
things i used to want to share
like i'd love you, regardless where
one of those things you must know
from the first, and snow
caught in the act with hands of read
ebooked eeditions liked in stead
its quiet here, the clock ticks rhyme
second hand in minuettes of time
nothing left, no one nos
another first, and snow
