See the rain on the street The way the cars shine And the scotch that she drinks With her lips so fine And her shoulders go weak As she closes her eyes Oh, my God, when she was mine
See how she moves through the door How she loses her keys How she loses her cool Watching blackbirds scatter through the trees How she flips from the back to the front Reading magazines Oh, my God, I miss those things And it's a hard way to fall And this ain't the easy way down And it's a hard thing to love anyone, anyhow
So if it's gotta be you Treat her nice Hold her hand And tell her twice That she doesn't have to worry And it will be alright It's alright this time It's alright this time
See her smiling at him? That used to be me I could find her in a thunderstorm Just by the way that the rain would fall And we used to be something But somethin' happened to me Oh, my God, when I was free And it's a hard way to fall And this ain't easy way down And it's a hard thing to love anyone, anyhow And it's a hard way to fall And this ain't the easy way down And it's a hard thing to love anyone, anyhow
