The days going by are getting in the way of the new morning I'd found at last It wasn't "next" that I was headed toward But "bygone" that I was always chasing after My incessant, merciless memories Don't seem likely to forgive me It may not be long before my turmoil spills out Down cheeks wearied by my fumbling about Will the rain ever stop? I've been cold for such a long time Why does this rain choose me? Can I wrap myself up in it? The rain is unrelenting, and it's still coming down today But tenderly under an extended umbrella We share our warmth as we huddle close