This is my day for waiting on the phone
I've been waiting here so long
That the song on the radio's repeating, yeah and
This is my day to get a flat tire
And get stuck out on the highway all alone
Just ten miles shy of meeting you, and
Hold out my hands to the midmorning rain
There's a woman crying in a town somewhere to the east
Don't ask me how I can hear it through all this thunder
Sometimes something hits your wavelength and it finds its way all the way to my ears
I don't know what I did wrong
Seems I always wreck the song
Trying to squeeze too many words into too little space
If I had a year or two
To escape from all of these crazy cars and trains
I might understand your love again, and
Hold out my hands to the midmorning rain
How it's falling like the pieces of a puzzle made of gla**
And they dissolve into a picture in my hands
Reflections of the sky mingle with my life line again
(Bridge)
And I don't know if this is
The place I broke down last year
I'd like to think I got a little farther this time
But I always seem to break down
I try to find a rusted souvenir
An ornate turning gear
I give it to you
This is my day to find your note
In the pocket of my coat
That you wrote a year ago
I never saw it
Telling me I should not fret and that everything it happens for the best
As long as you can see the sky, and
Hold out your hands to the midmorning rain
Cup a bit of everything in life there in your hands
People on the highway rushing by so fast
Would wish that they were broken down
If they knew the pleasure you get from the rain