(Rod McKuen)
Some day some old familiar rain
Will come along and know my name
And then my shelter will be gone
And I'll have to move along.
But till I do I'll stay awhile
And track the hidden country of your smile
Some day the man I used to be
Will come along and call on me.
And then because I'm just a man
You'll find my feet are made of sand
But till that time I'll tell you lies
And chart the hidden boundarys of your eyes.
Some day the world I used to know
Will come along and let me go
Then I'll be leaving you behind
For love is just a state of mind.
But till that day I'll be your man
And love away your troubles if I can...
