• Ratta tat-tat, ratta tat-tat,
    went the rain on my rusty door step
    Wanting me to step inside, step inside,
    what that could provide?

    Hate and sadness in your face,
    happy and sad in a race
    I cut your lie out of my mind,
    not thinking of what I left behind

    In this Earth are you and me,
    frowns aren't cheap, and smiles are free
    Mouths go up and heads not down,
    failure isn't the talk of the town

    But you provide what i call love,
    beyond, below, inside, above
    Here and there, down and up,
    far away and close up

    Drip, drip, drop, drip, drip, drop
    open the closet and look for a mop
    No one knows what their looking for,
    but for now I close the door...