Tin Roof

I miss the sound of rain on a tin roof

Soothing aches and pains of a lost youth

Taking the train to the spot where we made the best of a dark view

Laying in the lanes of bright truths 

Waiting for a round trip by circling the drains until we heard the news

Making the best choices for us two and also us too

Shaking the voices from your head of glue

Faking the answers to find the clues

I’ll miss the sound of rain on a tin roof