You grit your teeth against forevernopening your eyesnto contemplate these clouds.nnAnd in your shadow I feel wisenhanging on your wordsnholding me together.nnRipe rain covering skinnand how I never knew just how to saynwhen all is pushed asidenit's been a long, long Saturday.nnYou can't depend upon the weathernto sort out the liesnyou've called so close to home.nnAnd squinting, you'll take no advicenjust your stubborn stance.nOh, how you might have grown.nnRipe rain covering skinnand how I never knew just how to saynwhen all is pushed asidenit's been a long, long Saturday.nnTurns out these things I place on younall these qualities, nquantities, quandariesnaren't just yours to bear,nbut I was unaware thatnnRipe rain covering skinnshows how I never nfound the words to saynwhen all is pushed asidenthese attributes are minenit's been a long, long Saturday.