All Clear After the Storm

Tell me 'bout yesterday feelin' all alone again And sure enough we're sitting right

next to her in the cement booth. And you hear them

timbres ringing in your starless brain. You needn't worry

be no friend or bother you with the same old whine. You won't believe

but maybe if you lost sight of hate and looked to the,

to the rain. All clear it's all so clear now. The storm

is over. There's something in your blue sky

light. We're crossing paths tonight. Am