| some of us are singing in the soft light somewhere the wood carries the sound some of us are missing on the outside some of us we try to be found light is soft inside the morning on a picture on my wall if this was all I ever gave to you how could I ask for more? and do not think that I'm ungrateful for every friendly word I say I would love you with my eyes closed I would love you anyway but I hear the rain comes down next Tuesday I hear the rain come down at night and will it always be next Tuesday and will the time ever be so right? when I hear you sing it's in a soft voice and I see you shine and shine so bright even though I have not heard your story or told you mine and understand if I'm mistaken but understand if I am right I would hold you in the darkness as I'd hold you in the light just to hear the rain come down next Tuesday just to hear the rain come down at night and will it always be next Tuesday and will the time ever be so right, for you and I? for you and I... |