Missing the Rain - The Slow Show

A little tired of the city

A little tired of you

A little tired of the small sort of things

That we never do

A little tired of the grey skies

A little tired of the rain

Won’t you take me away from here?

Or maybe France or maybe Spain?

And we’ll sit by the blue skies

And talk about missing the rain

And we’ll waste another evening

Lying about the good old days

A little tired of the city

A little tired of you

A little tired of the small sort of things

That we never do

A little tired of the grey skies

A little tired of the rain

Won’t you take me away from here?

Or maybe France or maybe Spain?

And we’ll sit by the blue skies

And talk about missing the rain

And we’ll waste another evening

Lying about the good old days

And maybe I was wrong

To say the good days are gone

The roses are wilting

As fast as the day is

As fast as the day is long

And we’ll sit by the blue skies

And talk about missing the rain

And we’ll waste another evening

Lying about the good old days