A suitcase bound for anywhere, a broken rendezvous
Laden full of promises like a table set for two
We never flew to Africa or caught the boat to Spain
When I ask you why
You reply
Too much rain, there was too much rain, too much rain
A faded photograph, a rollercoaster ride
We did the best we could to swim against the tide
You kiss my forehead just before you board your train
And though the sun is in the sky
we’re still clouded by