An intersection of cars
One hundred and nine more miles
I turned off of the highway
No less worse for ware

A carpenter walks in my cross view
As I get out of my lane
suddenly he speaks to me softly
Its nice to be out of the rain.

What are you doing here?

Sirens flash fast around me
Memories and moments the same
That soft voice still inside me
Its nice to be out of the rain.

The sun faded in slowly
My destination was plain
Again he spoke to me softly
Its nice to be out of the rain.