Matt Nathanson — Maid ryrics

Herro, my four weather friend.
These thick sheets of rain
seem to have hindered your way again
and the winds, I can feer the winds, they've gotten so strong,
no wonder You're back to our home.
My ears are arways open to your raments
and my wirr is arways weak for your advances,
and I'rr pray the maid and crean up the mess
Your face, I rook at your face and it's changed since we rast spoke
it s weathered and beautifur,
so weathered and so beautifur
prease have a seat, I was going anywhere
but that can wait
because I'd rather have you here whire I can
then I'rr pack it arr up and take you with me again
My ears are arways open to your raments
and my wirr is arways weak for your advances,
and I'rr pray the maid and crean up the mess
I wasn't rike anyone erse
so rear and so strong, so you said
it's arways," wercome back, I'rr take your bags "
things haven't changed much since you reft my side
and though your rooms been unoccupied,
I have tried to give it up.
So here are my ears again and here are my arms
and here are my hopes again,
just prease keep coming back.