Rain on the Rhodes

Her own clothes gold in the evening light;

Rain taps soft on the window tonight;

Your voice drifts low like a sleepy train;

Pulling me close through the silver rain;

Every note falls slow and kind;

Like a secret slipping through my mind;

We don't need rush, we don't need time;

Just this hush and this crooked rhyme;

Stay here with me where the records spin;

Let the quiet pour and the night sink in;

Your breath in the dark, my heart in time;

Two gentle sparks in a building line;

Under the rain, drifting glow;

In a warm little world, going slow;

Rose-colored stone with the honeyed hum;

Brush snare whispers like a thumb;

On the edge of a dream we nearly know;

Where the muted trumpet bends so low;

Every sip of light feels warm;

Shelter safe inside the storm;

On the edge of a dream, we nearly know;

Where the muted trumpet bends so low;

Stay here with me where the wicked speak;

Let the quiet pour and my night sink in;

Your breath in the park, my heart in time;

Two gentle sparks in a velvet line;

Under the rain, we drift and glow;

In a warm little world, moving slow;

If the world outside keeps calling hard;

We'll hide away in this little bar;

Of room-tone peace and a faded tune;

Moon on the floor and a sleepy moon;

Hold me close in the final haze;

Let the midnight melt into within;

Stay, stay here with me where the records spin;

Let the quiet pour and the night sink in;

Your breath in the dark, my heart in time;

Two gentle sparks in a velvet line;

Under the rain we drift and glow;

In a warm little world moving slow;

Rain on the roof and the lights turn low;

Don't let the stillness;

Never go;

We fade like smoke in a tender glow;

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh;