Hello, my foul weather friend.    These thick sheets of rain   seem to have hindered your way again   and the winds, I can feel the winds, they've gotten so strong,   no wonder You're back to our home.   My ears are always open to your laments   and my will is always weak for your advances,   and I'll play the maid and clean up the mess   Your face, I look at your face and it's changed since we last spoke   it s weathered and beautiful,   so weathered and so beautiful   please have a seat, I was going anywhere   but that can wait   because I'd rather have you here while I can   then I'll pack it all up and take you with me again   My ears are always open to your laments   and my will is always weak for your advances,   and I'll play the maid and clean up the mess   I wasn't like anyone else   so real and so strong, so you said   it's always," welcome back, I'll take your bags "   things haven't changed much since you left my side   and though your rooms been unoccupied,   I have tried to give it up.   So here are my ears again and here are my arms   and here are my hopes again,   just please keep coming back.