The rain beads up on the window and plinks down the fire escape
I read and wait for you and watch the misty morning taking shape
You tell me this is romantic, but it′s not and I don't know why
We walked close under my umbrella when we went outside
But the rain kept dripping on our shoulders no matter how we tried
No matter how far we go we′re always five miles away
And this is not our day
You hate the city that you taught me to love
You always know what I'm thinking of
And I never quite want what you do
But I'm still singing for you
Chalk art on the pavement promised happiness here
The pavement′s still here but the words are blurred and smeared
And when we′re all washed clean someday you'll find
The place you want to be
You hate the city that you taught me to love
You always know what I′m thinking of
And you've moved on like you needed to
But I′m still singing for you
And though the road ahead might never pass your door
I'll spend my whole life trying to be
Someone you′d want to know
I read by a rainy window years and miles away
This was a good book but I should've read the one you chose that day
Maybe that story ended sad and I didn't want to know
But even so
I miss that city that you taught me to love
I miss the way you′d know what I′m thinking of
And I don't know where you are now or what you do
But I′m still singing for you
