the wind is ruthless
  the trees shake angry fingers at the sky
  the people hunch their shoulders
  hold their collars over their earsand run by
  it's a cold rain
  it's a hard rain
  like the kind that you find in songs
  i guess that makes methe jerk with the heartache
  here to sing youabout how i've been done wrong
    and i am sitting, watching
  out the window of the coffee shop
  and i am waiting, waiting
  waiting for it to let up
  i am rocking like a cradle
  warming my hands with the cup in between
  i am leaning over the table
  holding my face over the steam
    and before it gets so cold
  that the rain turns to snow
  there's just a couple things
  i'd like to know
    like how could you do nothing
  and say, i'm doing my best
  how could you take almost everything
  and then come back for the rest
  how could you beg me to stay,
  reach out your hands and plead
  and then pack up your eyes and run away
  as soon as i agreed
    it just all slips
  away so slowly
  you don't even notice till you've lost a lot
  i've been like one of those zombies
  in vegas
  pouring quarters into a slot
  and now i'm tired
  and i am broke
  and i feel stupid and i feel used
  and i'm at the end of my little rope
  and i am swinging back and forth
  about you
    before it gets so cold
  that the rain turns to snow
  there's just a couple things
  i'd like to know
    like how could you do nothing
  and say, i'm doing my best
  how could you take almost everything
  and then come back for the rest
  how could you beg me to stay,
  reach out your hands and plead
  and then pack up your eyes and run away
  as soon as i agreed