I offer you some winenYou say it's not a moodnThe cars on Shattuck Ave.nare quiet this afternoonnWaiting out rain with younA pregnant pause that I donnIt's days like these that passnThe Sun isn't forgottennPleasures of tilt and glassnEx-lovers gangrene and rottennWaiting out rain with younA pregnant pause that I donnAnd the hope that lives within younwill cause the rain to bendnand we will walk between themnand all of this will come to an endnnLook at this dirty pipenYour mother will surely knownYour father too. I guessnMy secret love, please gonWaiting out rain with younA pregnant pause that I do