Rainy Day Muse

Get out my old black guitar, and we'll sit and play awhile.
And I'll tell you all my troubles, and you'll tell me I'll be fine.

Oh, how I wish this storm would end, how I wish I were someone more real.
And you wish you could leave this earth, but come back to visit from time to time.

When you've lost everything you had you've got nothing left to win.
So I'll tell you later on today, "Well, I know he's so much older but you know we've just begun."

And you'll just sit and shake your head and say, "You know I'd come stay with you if not for everything I've done."

And then, after I see you out, I'll come to realize,
that the things I've wanted most in life have been my worst demise.