Tell me a story from when you were young
I'll sit and listen till the rise of the sun
Quiet disclosure
While we always tell
The deepest of secret objectives
I hope it rains when you say my name
And your car's parked far
Step by step
I'll be that cloud left over your head
You might taste my tears
Might smell that salt air
But at once I could feel that
That old northeast wind
And it's getting better
