Well there’s two yellow lines that run from my door to your door
But I never had the guts to ask you just what they’re for
They wind like the veins in my arm
Anyway
I left my name in lipstick on your wall
Next to the number I knew you could never call
But I wrote it backwards on your face
Anyway
Rain, rain, go away, come on back some other day
Rain, rain, go away, come on back some other day
I still recall the picture but I lost it
With your hands stuffed deep inside my pockets
You said you could feel it in my bones
Anyway
And I wish I’d never sent that last short letter
But I did and that was then and then you let her
Pin it to my shirt and walk away
Anyway
I’m moving now and I feel my time a-wastin’
I can’t wait to hear your explanation
But why wait for what I know will never come
Anyway
It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring, it’s raining, it’s pouring…
Written by Biff Robillard
Finger Mullet Music (ASCAP) © 2010
Mae Rukavina: lead vocals, pink egg shaker
Eric Simso: electric guitar, vocals
Spike Stich: electric guitar
Jeff Killion: drums
Biff Robillard: bass, vocals, harmonica
