Blinding Sheets Of Rain - Old 97's

These storms they gather forces unbeknownst to fools like me

They hide on the horizon too far gone to see

I could have swore the heart you wore upon your sleeve was mine

I could not see in front of me you were leaving I was blind

Blinding sheets of rain that’s what I’m blaming

I must have been blind not to see that you would leave

Now you are gone and the world is an ugly place

And I pray good lord send more blinding sheets of rain

I love you lost its meaning to shipwrecked fools like me

The rain is never-ending there’s no ships out to see

We have not seen a good night since these thunderstorms rolled in

I pray god please send them back and make me blind again