Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners.
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water.
Maybe I'm too young, to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind, so you never know.

I'm broken down and hungry for your love, with no way to feed it.
Where are you tonight, you know how much I need it
Too young to hold on and too old to break free and run.

Some times a man, gets carried away.
When he feels like he should be having his fun.
And he's much too blind to see the damage he's done
Cause sometimes a man must awake to find that really he has no one.

So I'll wait for you and I'll burn
Oh will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn

Oh lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late.

Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in.
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come

Sometimes a man, gets carried away,
when he feels like he should be having is fun.
And he's much too blind to see the damage he's done.
Cause sometimes a man must awake to find that really he has, no one.

So I'll wait for you and I'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn

Oh lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late
'Cause it's not too late