Rainy Season
Jaimie took your motorbike
Off the porch and into the night.
Did you hear the screen door slammin'
As the storm blew in? (began)
Honesty and glory,
Alt. Caught you with a woman
A failin' for the lonely,
in the kitchen
bride and groomin’
Won't tuck you in the bed that you made.
Now you’re sleepin’ in the
bed she made.
It's a sweet charade.
chorus
On Walker's Hill
She watched the sky fall down
While the city was sleepin'
Drank in all the light
Was held by the night
Like a friend for the keepin'
Words on a sign,
It came unkind
Like thunder collidin'
Lost in words
Drown in reason
Blame it on rainy season
Downshftin' the motorbike
Cruisin' down the Jersey turnpike
Cuttin' through a headwind,
Shakin' like a tambourine.
A woman on a mission
Fueled by a suspicion
She's bringing intuition home.
She's cut to the bone.
Sweet gasoline.
She emptied the fuel tank clean
Knocked the motorbike over
Seen,
By the light of a match
She scratched 'til it broke yellow green
Thinkin' it over…
Thinkin' it over…
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On Walker's Hill
She watched the sky fall down.
While the city was sleepin'
Drank in all the lights
Once held by the night
Like a friend for the keepin'
These words were meant for signs
Much less unkind
Not for voices collidin'
Lost in words
Drown in reason
Blame it on rainy season.
