we'd watch the shapes the rain would make
falling down the window of our bus
i said they reminded me of paper ponies blowing free
you said they reminded you of us
your belly in my arms
tomorrow we'll be through these rains and gone
woke up with the driver cryin Birmingham
looked through the glass and found morning sky
i said that cloud was shaped like a burning man
you didn't have the heart to tell me why
your belly in my arms
tomorrow we'll be through them clouds and gone
i put my hand inside your skirt
nasty, the thought that our baby's life would turn out
this way
you said you wasn't really sure
but really you's too good to say it
your belly in my arms
tomorrow we'll be through them rains and gone
your belly in my arms
tomorrow we'll be through them games and gone