the worst of me

not a lot to think about
i seem so light and easy
but suddenly the clouds roll in
and feeling kind of queasy
i run and close the windows of my soul
but just can't win
the winds are blowing up now
and the thunder's rolling in

and suddenly it's raining down
we'll have to wait it through
you try to keep your sunny side
but rain can make you blue
it beats upon this old tin roof
we're stuck inside together
you've slept right though this scene before
and understand my weather

pretty soon the rains let up
and skies begin to clear
the sunset's red and orange haze
means better days are near
we all have nasty weather
inner conficts you can't see
and when those storms come, brother
you can weather the worst of me.

whining eyes

he waved her down to where he stood, but lost her in the neighborhood
of several hundred thousand other people
and by the time she found him there, his drink was lost, she couldn't care
but stood there, drenched in sweat, beneath the steeple~
slumping down to dusty ground with legs to watch, old Stanky Brown
is dragging through his medley, nasty fella
next time carry her own chair, ice cold water, put it there
a shady spot, not hot, beneath the 'brella

whining eyes,
like her mother
he never knew it,
but
she cries
like no other
he'll see her through it
'til she dies
oh no~

sometimes, takes you years to learn, the smartest way is not to burn,
though some folks like to hang out in the trenches
next time then, she'll plan ahead, carry her own banner head
and wave it high above the other wenches~
as for now, she doesn't care, he'll find her here, or meet her where
the mist is cool, and nearer to the porties
she only wants to find her place, a laggard in the human race
and rather cold, she's old, for in her forties

whining eyes,
like her mother
he never knew it,
but
she cries
like no other
he'll see her through it
'til she dies
oh no~

Rascal Flatts- I'm Moving On