The street light adjusted Through the screen door that rusted From the rain that washed the welcome mat away She didn't lie the locks had been changed I found myself talking To the chairs we hadn't rocked in so long Will they ever rock in time again Lord how I wish they could respond Then the rain comes falling reflecting our life Silver clouds are rolling, there's no real way to fight it, bluesday night I was clearly out numbered By the roars of the thunder ringing out My cries are no match for the sky And once again I've fallen short