[rock ballad with a james taylor/bobby goldsboro/paul simon feel]
all i had left – in my desk
was this postcard
pictured on it – where i’d once been
a reminder – so distant
of a past i once held, where
i’d never be going again
so i sat down – to write you
some solace and sham
penning words – that i’m feeling no pain
and i realize now
that this pen’s – not a fountain
and it better not run in the rain.
the words – better not run in the rain…
on the back – of the card,
i scrawled down – that it’s sunny
that it’s never looked – brighter than this
prospects are golden
and my luck’s running honey
i’ve been blessed – with some heavenly kiss
what i didn’t say,
i didn’t want you to know
you’re not asking- to see all my pain
the sun’s not really shining,
and this pen’s only felt,
well, it better not run it the rain.
i hope it won’t run in the rain…
no, it better not run in the rain.
