Sits in her room and she cries
cries at the moon
no not there in the sky
but there in her eyes
come rain or come shine
she cries
Tired of the facets of life
she turns to her side
in her diary writes
I'm alone tonight
Friday night, every night
pray that I die tonight
She dresses up nice
she's going nowhere
she sits up all night
in the waiting chair
Days spent in the comforts of home
she thinks she's alright
forgets she's alone
but when she turns out the light
she feels empty inside
she can't close her eyes
In the mirror she looks
brushing her hair
tears fill her eyes
the waiting chair
I sit in my room and I spy
look at the moon
no, not there in the sky
but there in her eyes
come rain or come shine
one day she'll be mine
come rain or come shine
one day she'll be mine
come rain or come shine
you will be mine
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth