[i]Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water And maybe I'm too young To keep good love from going wrong But tonight you're on my mind so (you'll never know) I'm broken down and hungry for your love With no way to feed itWhere are you tonight?Child, you know how much I need it Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run Sometimes a man gets carried away When he feels like he should be having his fun And much too blind to see the damage he's done Sometimes a man must awake to find that, really, He has no one... So I'll wait for you... And I'll burn Will I ever see your sweet return, oh, or will I ever learn Lover, you should've come over Cause it's not too late Lonely is the room the bed is made The open window lets the rain in Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you withhim My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will ne