How Like The Rain

lyrics/music by Ryan David Orr

How Like The Rain

He was alone in a room with a window fogging up with steam from a cup of tea on a bedside table; fighting a fever.

She was standing still in the doorway banging her hands on the walls; she buttoned her sweater, smiling, and thinking no one could see her.

They sat at a table in silence for hours, lost in the looks in the eyes of the other lover. Free of noises save a piano.

It trickled in and trickled out of every fear and subtle doubt and left them humming softly to each other.

All around this dusty floor are your footprints marching.

Hold me now as once before, when you knew the rhythm.

Care not how this dance is done, just move with meaning.

How like the rain have your tears come.

He was driving late in the night and the line of cars behind him looked like Christmas lights strung up outside of Boston.

She was fast asleep in the passenger seat with her face by the window clutching tightly to a blanket draped across them.

Then they stumbled aimlessly down dark and empty city streets and, if he remembers, she was taking pictures.

Somewhere along the way, aboard a vacant train, they sat and in the silence they were humming to each other.

All around this dusty floor are your footprints marching.

Hold me now as once before, when you knew the rhythm.

Care not how this dance is done, just move with meaning.

How like the rain have your tears come.

He was alone in a room where the light was bright enough to blind him and his head was down and he was softly crying.

She was standing still in the doorway, mad as hell and resolute. "You could," she said, "but you're not even trying."

Then she left and he went to the window to watch her walk away and he felt sick and he just sat down at the table.

For awhile he was quiet, and then, just to break the silence, through his stuttered breaths he hummed what he was able.

All around this dusty floor are your footprints marching.

Hold me now as once before, when you knew the rhythm.

Care not how this dance is done, just move with meaning.

I have found in pieces lay your fractured vision.

We are bound in all our days to false admission.

How like the rain have your tears come.