A little past eleven And you haven't come home yet It's raining I lay there in our bed Hearing the clock Take out the batteries so it stops Wished I could repeat it with you near Try to stop my brain from the tracks it's on Moving faster than our months Slower than our mouths It doesn't relent outside Lending fear to my ears That you won't be back That when you said it would be The last time the rain Made sure you meant it

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