Waiting for the Rain

she picks her flowers in the garden
paints her toenails candy red
after five she pours herself a glass of wine
as she´s thinking, so this is it
california makes her lonely
talking to the friends back home
but she knows it´s just a passing cloud of gray
shes right here were she belongs
it´s allright, it´s allright
it´s ok, it´s ok
she´s a flower waiting for the rain
she runs the canyon in the morning
and smells the dusty yellow sand
brings home a coffee from the countrystore
before she turns left on wonderland
touching the skyline in the evening
with a humble healing hand
and reflections from the headlights of the cars
among the fallen angels and shooting stars
it´s allright, it´s allright
it´s ok, it´s ok
she´s a flower waiting for the rain
and in time, and in time
winds will change, winds will change
she´s a flower waiting for the rain
she prays for scilence in the night time
a perfect place to be alone
she´s looking up at the sky
and wishing for the rain to come down
and she´s waiting for the rain, looking for a sign,
walking on the slippery memories made of ice
being a survivour for a day
and she´s looking for a way out, letting go
leaving all the random thoughts
cuz there aint no point in crying anyway
and she´s waiting for the rain to just come down
to just calm down