Found my sails pitched into the sea

Near the ditch that soaked a part of me

I’ve seen through the better parts of you

And what you choose to be

I swam contrite to your bright shore -

How could you want more?

Hazes shroud a crowded sun

Beat my head, but let me run

I am straining for the rain -

Lover, break my arm and pull in vain

You’re double-minded, turned and tossed;

Driven, burned and lost

Brother, I give you the blame;

Lover, you should be ashamed;

And I’ll keep straining for the rain