The house where you live
Is high on a hill
And when the black clouds gather 'round
As they sometimes will
The time-worn path between your door and mine
Becomes so dark and difficult to find
But you're on my mind
I imagine you there
All the terror and tension
Coming down, down, down
In a flood of the unknown and unmentioned
You brace against a wind that screams and sighs
And count the hours 'till the storm subsides
And I can only sympathize
If I could stop the rain
If I could set you free
I'd do everything I can
I'd like to think you'd do the same for me
So keeping vigil 'till color cracks the shrouded sky
I'll light a lamp and keep a watchful eye
I'm standing by