Rain, Heaven, Hail

Tiring
They talk 'til you snooze
Never, ever realised
That tide
Colour, mystery
You say kids’ll tire me
Couldn’t keep
Couldn’t, these strains
Leave a poor player’s life for me
Wise feet
Never leave home
Tracing you down baby
Cos' I’ve outgrown
Summer, new sound
Seems I wasn’t meant for you
For long
Feather, you think of
Maybe then you’ll call na-night
Then go