The street light adjusted through the screen door that rusted
From the rain that washed the welcome mat away
She didn't lie the locks had been changed

I found myself talking to the chairs we hadn't rocked in so long
Will they ever rock in time again
Lord how I wish they could respond

Then the rain comes falling reflecting our life
Silver clouds are rolling and there's no real way to fight it, bluesday night
I was clearly out numbered by the roars of the thunder ringing out
My cries are no match for the sky
And once again I've fallen short

Then the rain comes falling reflecting our life
Silver clouds are rolling and there's no real way to fight it, bluesday night

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Writer(s): Sam Lewis