where the clouds never go away.
When my mind goes blue,
in the most unusual way,
I’d leave you a letter under the rain.
where the light’s gloomy in the fog,
I’ve never felt so lone.
I’ll leave you,
at the end of the meadow,
so I won’t never feel like so.
And then I see a face I should know,
under a blue umbrella,
in the grey dimming light of the evening.
A shade, I can’t shape the sadness.
I’m not alone at all.
I’ll forget you.
I’ll never go away.