I had missed this room
And the sound of the rain
I had missed this room
And all of its dark corners
I had missed the nights
Resting in this bed
Missed the lingering thoughts
On things now dead
I'd missed this soft cushion
Under my troubled head
I had missed this town
By night my loyal friend
That tonight weeps
Down my only windowpane.
There is no end
One more night of falling rain.
