There’s a storm outside my window
it’s been going all day long
And like a carnival the clouds are chasing by
although I hear the wind gusts rattle ‘round the house all is quiet insideA little song is struggling on the strings of my guitar
and the words are just as restless as the sky
I may have heard the melody blow around the house but it’s quiet insideI thought as I grew older I’d be a little wiser too
but it seems like all the wisdom passed me by
the eloquently formed way I had hoped to speak my mind stays hidden insideIf I revisit all the frases all the verses of my youth
I am an older man who has never learned to rhyme
and every single song I hoped would someday change the world stayed hidden insideLove songs and daydreams
still taunt me me and somehow haunt meNow the rain has come to fog-up the remainder of my view
And as the evening sets there’s nothing left outside
I can faintly hear the wind rush every now and then
all is quiet insidePoems and prayers
Still haunt me and somehow daunt meSo there’s this song that I am writing about a storm outside my house
And as a carnaval the words all chase me by
And although I hear the rhythm rhyming ‘round the house all is quiet inside