Rush hour at the day's dawning
And the rain came and pushed me under the awning
And the puddles grew and threw themselves at me
With every passing car I'm shielding my guitar
And there were some things that I did not tell him
There were certain things he did not need to know
And there were some days that I did not love him
And he didn't understand me and I don't know why I didn't go
I expected summer to be there in the morning
I awoke to the alarm and she was out of arm's reach
Sneaking out on silent thighs
That were spent and sore from the hot nights which came before
And he said, "change the channel
I've got problems of my own
I'm so sick of hearing about drugs and AIDS
And people without homes"
And I said, "well
I'd like to sympathize with that
But if you don't understand
Then how can you act?"
And there were some things that I did not tell him
There were certain things he did not need to know
And there were some days that I did not love him
And he didn't understand me and I don't know why I didn't go
I expected summer to be there in the morning
I awoke to the alarm and she was out of arm's reach
Sneaking out on silent thighs
That were spent and sore from the hot nights which came before
And he said, "I looked for you and I, I don't know why"
I said, "I was wearing black so you could see me against the sky"
Take your big leather boots, and your buckles
And your chains, put 'em on a downtown train
I expected he would be there in the morning
I awoke to the alarm
And he was still in arm's reach
But his body was just a disguise
His mind had wondered off long ago
I could, I could tell by his eyes
Love isn't over when the sheets are stained
In my, in my head there remains so much left to be said
Well, make me laugh
Make me cry
Enrage me
But just don't try to disengage me
I expected summer would be there in the morning
I awoke to the alarm and she was out of arm's reach
Sneaking out on silent thighs
That were spent and sore from the hot nights which came before
Rush hour at the day's dawning
And the rain came and pushed me under the awning
And the puddles grew and threw themselves at me
With every passing car I'm shielding my guitar
And there were some things that I did not tell him
There were certain things he did not need to know
And there were some days that I did not love him
And he didn't understand me, I don't know why I didn't go
He didn't understand me, I don't know why I didn't go
He didn't understand me and he had every chance to know
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Rush Hour - Ani DiFranco
