Grey Sky

It’s raining, and the sky is grey
On a bus, no one knows what to say
And I’m not really sure where I’m going today
As tears stream down this window.
I thought I might come and stay for awhile
But what’s between us is more than just miles
And the knife-blade twists when I think of your smile
As tears stream down this window.
Sometimes we care so much
We seem not to care at all.
Sometimes we cry so much
All we can see are tears.
It’s raining, and the sky is grey
On a bus, no one knows what to say
And I’m not really sure where I’m going today
As tears stream down this window.
This window…
This window…
This window…
This window…