It had something to do with the rainnLeaching, loamy dirtnAnd the way the back lane came alivenHalf moon whispered, GonFor a while I heard you missing steps in the streetnAnd your anger pleading in an uncertain keynSinging the sound that you found for mennWhen the winter took the tips of my earsnFound this noisy home nFull of pigeons and places to hidenAnd when the voices dienI emerged to watch abandoned machinesnWaiting for their men to returnnI remember the way I would wait for younTo arrive with kibble and a box full of beernHow I'd scratch the empties desperate to hearnYou make the sound that you found for mennAfter scrapping with the ferals and the tabbynI'd let you brush my matted furnHow I'd knead into your chest while you were sleepingnShallow breathing made me purrnnBut I can't remember the sound that you found for menI can't remember the sound that you found for menI can't remember the sound