Sunday morning rain is falling. Steal some covers share some skin. Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable. You twist to fit the mold that I am in. But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do, and I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew. That someday it would lead me back to you. That someday it would lead me back to you.
That may be all I need, in darkness she is all I see. Come and rest your bones with me driving slow on Sunday morning, and I never want to leave. Fingers trace your every outline, paint a picture with my hands. Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm, change the weather still together when it ends.