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