Rainy Day Decision

I’m sitting down here, watching the rain polish the road
Patterns in the dirt show where the water has flowed
But Marie she is wondering when are we to get old

It is easy to be green, stay for as long as you can

change your mind but at some point you'll have to land

Here or Down there, over Under or up

An idiot’s choice that can only corrupt

The radio’s talking at me, but it’s shedding no light

The sky is grey and it’s eerily quiet

And the rain keeps people inside, hiding from sight

Charlie says he wants the best for me

But he would say that anyway

Not spoken for months he’ll fly in and float away

Happiest when serving up a self-centred word play 

It’s quarter to three and light’s starting to fade

Judy quietly starts thinking about preparing the tea

and Nick at 60 settles down with a beer

And neither of them have any idea

With a head full of missions I’m not ready to lead

Time’s on my side but time’s not what I need

Flowing like rain these thoughts are making me bleed

I put my head in my hands,

Mumbling some words that sound grand

Just to see if and where they will land

Driving me home or into quicksand?

Next time you see me I’ll be turning up tanned

On the front page of a newsstand.