Trust The Rain
The dogs have stopped moaning
And the street lies quiet
The sun won't reach
Over the tall oak tree
There's a cold hard shadow
Cast around this door
And you can't trust the rain anymore
There's an emptiness
When the boat pulls away
When all you've got is a matchbox
You forgot to throw away
With a picture of the king
Burning like a sun
And a restless feeling
For what's left undone