I could go back, to every laugh, but I don't wanna go there anymore...I know all the steps, up to your door, but I don't wanna go there anymore.  Talk to the wind, talk to the sky, talk to the man with the reasons why...and let me know what you find.  I'll leave my window open, cuz I'm too tired at night to call your name.  But, just know I'm right here hopin' you'll come in with the rain...:).  I could stand up, and sing you a song, but I don't wanna have to go that far.  And I, I've got you down, I know you by heart...and you don't even know where I start.  Talk to yourself, talk through the tears, talk to the man who put you here, and don't wait for the sky to clear...

(to you, my imaginary rain.)