The wind [bad word] 
The trees shake angry fingers at the sky,
The people hunch their shoulders,
Hold their collars over their ears [bad word] by.
Its a cold rain,
Its a hard rain,
Like the kind that you find in songs.
I guess that makes me the jerk with the heartache
Here to sing to you about how I've been done wrong.
I am sitting, watching
Out the window of the coffee shop.
And l am waiting, waiting,
Waiting for it to let up.
And I am rocking like a cradle,
Warming my hands with the cup in between.
And l am leaning over the table,
Holding my face over the steam.
And before it gets so cold,
That the rain turns to snow.
There's just s couple things I'd like to know
Like...
How could you do nothing,
Seeing I'm doing my best?
And how could you take almost everything,
And [bad word] back for the rest?
And how could you beg me to stay,
Reach out your hands and plead,
And then pack up your eyes, [bad word] away as soon as i agreed?
It just all slips away so slowly
You don't even notice that you've lost alot.
Been like one of those zombies in vegas
Pouring quarters into a slot.
And now l'm tired
And l'm broke,
And l feel stupid and i feel used.
And l'm at the end of my little rope
And l am swinging back and forth about you.