The Soaking Blues

you caught my eye walking by your door fake that smile you got to know so well remember the nights i burnt out on the floor was it hard to tell i was under your spell talking about the stars talking about life talking about the meaning talking about strife i waited by the station in the rain its coming down melting my shoes fixing my brain recalling your name by the old man singing the blues singing about love singing about pain singing like a walker singing i love the rain i scraped up my pride on my road back home after giving my last coin to the buskers cup im broken and cut rite down to the bone telling the world how im down in my luck soaking up wisdom soaking up news soaking up this soaking while singing the blues