And the Storm Rolls On

My mind drifts to the fight we had
I ranted and raved then felt so bad
Your eyes, icy cold, both tempers high
Now my heart is aching as you sit and cry
And the storm rolls on...

I stop at a pay phone to give my apology
My call is in vain, you won't talk to me
I beg, plead, and cry all that I can
My worst fear came true, you're in the arms
of another man
And the storm rolls on...
© 1999 Rob Murphy