North Hampton Rain

by Brent Berry

If I could bide my time just writing down the ways
A whisper from her mouth could send me so.
I've been lock jawed and climbing from the basement in my heart
I've been weeding out the garden in my soul.

'Cause you know it's crazy how a word or two from a telephone in Katmando
Can really bring a man to his senses.
I've been borrowing from the old church bells, busted up and beat to hell
I've lost all of my defences.

Then fairy eyed my tumbler with a wicked little grin, and I said something
About the way she often wandered.
'Cause you know those yellow bellied moons will get the best of me soon
'Cause this song is just for singing in the evening.

The comet Hale-bopp went flying across a dirty summer sky
She leaned on in and asked me if I felt the pain.
And I told her somewhere in the heart of old Northhampton
There's a girl who thinks about me when it rains.