The pouring rain, the intersection
I′m baffled by the colors of this town
Whatever happend to that Spanish place?
The 2 for′s and the cheap plastic crates
Remember all the nights we couldn't find
I fell in love with the perfect storm
I didn′t wanna be alone anymore
But she spat me out in May
I took a job in a beat up bar
And fooled around with the daugthers of
I tried to write just to keep me sane
But the book with coffee stains
So when the fire finally broke
It was just another way to choke
And find my way back home