Rain-WEST

Rain - WEST Stay in the shadow of my hand Comfortable friend. You're a tree-ripened girl Still green Seen on billboards. You're a baby, Not in age, but ideas. Toss and turn my friend to the end Of the storm underneath your sleeping eyelids. You're the sun reflected in the sand of a far-away land. You're a circus performer magnificently Twirling The acrobat inside you is leisurely Suspended using no net. Destiny is below with it's casual arithmetic waiting Little Ruby Rain your storm is just a game. And it's strange to be yesterday's thunder. When the vines of Times Square Electrify your soft hair And four white horses With ruby red eyes Pull your casket away Only a thimble full of people Will understand. And as the applause dies down I'll remember you the way you are today. Stay in the shadows of my hand, comfortable friend You're a tree-ripened girl, Still green Seen on billboards. You're a baby, Not in age, but ideas. Toss and turn my friend to the end, Of the storm underneath your sleeping eyelids. Little Ruby Rain your storm is just a game. And it's strange to be yesterday's thunder.