The Rain Hitting the Windows, Pt. 1

Gray skies today over the house that I grew up in
Stare at the table my grandfather build
Feel my father's eyes twist like the curves on the street
On the way to my old house
Feel the street twist, twist like the bend of our bodies
Wonder how you felt
I still feel alone
Gray skies turn to black
Black like the tires twist to fit the curves on the street
Twist to fit me
Feel the vibrations
Still feel alone

It took me a long time to finally accept that the rain hitting the windows
Wasn't a metaphor at all
It took me a long time to accept it
But everything could be anything else and still mean just as much
The rain could be sun
It'd be a metaphor to someone
Far Away
(It took me a long time)
Far Away from me
(It took me a long time)
Far Away
(It took me a long time)
Far Away from me
(It took me a long time)
And everything is anything and everything is nothing
And if I am in rain, I hope you're still in sun
If I am in rain, I hope you're far away
If I am the rain
I am someone

So when the sun came up
And all the mud was dry
The table that my grandfather build
Was exactly where it should be
I thought of you
(It took me a long time)
And knew that it meant nothing
I thought of you
It meant nothing