Pulling back the rain is wet   We’re still inside it all   And what’s yours in the morning   By the night it all could be gone   You sound so good to me   And I have to say   I’m glad it wasn’t me   Who had to walk away   Memory is heavy when you have to write   The pictures that are scattered   They swell up in your eyes   And how much becomes yours   What can you throw away   All this it matters on moving day   sweeping out from under the bed   Afraid of what you’ll find   Looking out windows for the last time   See past that face in front of you   And lift your head   Leave the saddest room