We stare at each other
Across the table
Our plates are full
We try to talk while we’re still able
But the wine in the glass
Is sinking fast
And words right now
Would not be for the best
And outside the wind
Hits from the west
And here comes the weather
We say we’re in love
Almost every day
We laugh out loud
When we talk this way
But the clock on the wall
Is ticking hard
And just above the wind
We hear the sound of passing cars
Driving like the rain
About to fall from afar
And here comes the weather
And I watch as the sky
Turns from blue to gray
And I try to hang on
To what we have to save
But I’m losing my grip
I’m losing my way
I’m losing you
And I want you to stay
We stare at each other
Across the table
Drops of rain
Hit the glass like little nails
And outside the wind has become a gale
And here comes the weather