I offer you some wine
You say it’s not a mood
The cars on Shattuck Ave.
are quiet this afternoon
Waiting out rain with you
pregnant pause that I do

It’s days like these that pass
The Sun isn’t forgotten
Pleasures of tilt and glass
Ex-lovers ganggreen and rotten
Waiting out rain with you
pregnant pause that I do

And the hope that lives within you
will cause the rain to bend
and we will walk between them
and all of this [bad word] to an end

Look at this dirty pipe
Your mother will surely know
Your father too, I guess
My secret love, please go
Waiting out rain with you
pregnant pause that I do