Always Chasing the Sun

Though the streets have changed and the houses not quite the same...I can still feel the grey of chasing the sun on a rainy day...and tasting teardrops that have no way... The skyline has moved and what was in front of me then, wavers in my mind with little room to bend..Its like chasing the sun on a rainy day..and hearing words with little to say... Some faces are gone, some just wear life like a hat. The voices still strong and not an eye to bat...Still its like chasing the sun on a rainy day.. and holding kisses that want so much to stay.. My eyes see a painting that's still not done, some colors washed in and a few on the run.. That's why I'm always chasing the sun on a rainy day... and keeping foldaway dreams that can never run or stray...