Warm rain beats down in waves on pavement The wind sings its prose while I’m waiting For the cold to reach my bones
And you appeared in the night Just a shadow barely in sight Why didn’t I know then That no good could be born of loving you There’s still no good that’s been born of loving... Loving you
I was crooked I was mean all for you But now it seems all for nothing I’ve got nothing but cold in my bones
And you disappeared in the night Just as you came Why didn’t I know back on that day then That no good could be born of loving you There’s still no good that’s been born of loving... Loving you