The wind is ruthless, the trees shake angry fingers at the sky
The people hunch their shoulders, hold their collars over their ears and run by
It´s a cold rain, it´s a hard rain, like the kind you find in songs i guess that makes me the jerk with the heartache here to sing to you about how i been done wrong
I am sitting, watching, out the window of the coffee show and i´m waiting, waiting, waiting for it to let up i am rocking like a cradle, warming my hands with the cup in between i 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 a couple things i´d like to know
Like how could you do nothing and say, i´m doing my best? how could you take almost everything and then come back for the rest? How could you beg me to stay reach out your hands and plead and then pack up your eyes and run away as soon as i agreed?

It just all slips away so slowly you don´t even notice till you´ve lost a lot
I´ve been like one of those zombies in vegas pouring quarters into a slot
And now i´m tired and i am broke and i feel stupid and i feel used and i´m at the end of my little rope and i am swinging back and forth about you

And before it gets so cold that the rain turns to snow, there´s just a couple things i´d like to know
Like how could you do nothing and say, i´m doing my best? how could you take almost everything and then come back for the rest? How could you beg me to stay reach out your hands and plead and then pack up your eyes and run away as soon as i agreed?