для К.Г.
this is my kinda hopeless jam,
my rhythm and blues,
and I'll croon it your way…
rain's back in town,
once again, it's pouring,
and it's Sunday deja vu.
I'll casually brew
some coffee,
standing barefoot,
eyeing the water –
raindrops dancing,
flooding,
drizzling down
the roofs.
I see more from here
than I bargained for…
I'm just me,
know my path…
and it comes to a close
right here…
but it ain't my heartache,
'cause my heartache
lies elsewhere.