rush hour
  and the day's dawning
  the rain came
  and pushed me under the awning
  the puddles grew and threw themselves at me
  with every passing car
  I'm shielding my guitar
  and there were some things that I
  did not tell him
  there were certain things
  he did not need to know
  and there were some days
  when I did not love him
  he didn't understand me
  and I don't know why
  I didn't go
  he said change the channel
  I've got problems of my own
  I'm so sick of hearing about drugs
  and aids
  and people without homes
  and I said, well,
  I'd like to sympathize with that
  but if you don't understand
  then how can you act
  I expected summer to be there in the morning
  I woke to the alarm
  but she was out of arms reach
  sneaking out
  on silent thighs
  that were spent and sore
  from the hot nights that came before
  he said I looked for you
  I don't know why
  I said I was wearing black so you could
  see me against the sky
  take your big leather boots
  and your buckles and your chains
  put them on a downtown train
  I expected he would be there in the morning
  I awoke to the alarm
  he was still in arm's reach
  but his body was just a disguise
  his mind had wandered off long ago
  you see in his eyes
  love isn't over when the sheets are stained
  in my head there remains
  so much left to be said
  make me laugh, make me cry, enrage me
  but just don't try to disengage me