40 days of rain and nothing stops the pain.
Try to hold a candle lit within the strain.
6 am on Monday morning alarms ring out with no warning,
The church bells ring the news, their song of mourning.
People see my smile they think that I'm glad.
Loneliness I guess aint all that bad.
Eyes wide open crying at the brink of night.
Eyes still open crying at the morning light.
40 days of winter see how the year do splinter.
There is not a leaf to see among the frozen timber
6 pm and full night shining hard to see a silver lining,
For cloudless days again you know I'm pining.
People see my smile they say it's not so bad,
Loneliness I guess can sometimes make you glad
Eyes wide open crying at the brink of night.
Eyes still open crying at the morning light
