On the Cusp

Oh, I know
It's unprovoked
When the skies turn gray
With just a touch of rain

Now you say you want a little piece of me
But oh, what you'll get is incomplete

A fleeting phase - or so they say
Now you bleat and brace under the driving rain

And is wanderlust what you really need?
Oh no, if what you get is unforeseen

We're on the cusp of a turn in luck
We sing a new refrain
Love runs amok and makes a case for change

And you wait in vain for a sunny day
But oh, the more you wait
The more it rains



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Rosales
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