Under The Passageway

Soft rain hits the road.

The railway station is already closed. 

Which is next to the cafe were I lost my coat.

And now my body is all hosed.

 

So now I'll have to hide under the passageway.

Because there is lots of rain in May.

My hair is wet like a donkey.

And my skin wrinkly like a monkey.

I guess I'll just have to wait for the rain to pass.

So I can get to English class .

 

It'll be the last class of the year.

We'll have lots of fun together.

But I'm still waiting for the rain to clear.

So I can run dry forever. 

 

I suppose I'll have to go through the underpass.

Or I'll never get to class. 

But in there the lights are out.

And that I can't be without.

It's also long and narrow. 

And to all that I say nay. 

The spirits are gonna need a wheelbarrow.

Because I ain't gonna go all that way.

 

But the rain won't ever end.

All the inner workings having strife. 

I guess someone will have a soul to mend.

Because of all this rain in my life.

 

Well I suppose thats it for me then.

Staying here is now the plan.

Forsaken under this passageway.

Yeah thats where I'll stay.

Under the passageway.