Maid - Matt Nathanson
Hello my my foul weather friend
These thick sheets of rain
Seem to have hindered your way again
And the winds I can feel the winds
They've gotten so strong
No wonder you're back to our home our home
My ears they're always open to your laments
My will is always weak for your advances
But I'll play the maid
And clean up the mess
Your face I look at your face and it's changed since we last spoke
It's weathered and beautiful
So weathered and so beautiful
Oh no no no please have a seat
I was going anywhere
But that can wait cuz I'd rather have you here while I can
Then I'll pack it all up and take you with me again
My ears they're always open to your laments
My will is always weak for your advances
But I'll play the maid
And clean up the mess
I was like anyone else
So real so strong so you said
It's always welcome back I'll take your bags
Things haven't changed much since you left my side
Though your room's been unoccupied
Well I have tried to give it up
So here are my ears again
And here are my arms
And here are my hopes again
Just please
Keep coming back
