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