Looking out the door I see the rain, fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in the wake of sad relations, as their shoes fill up with water.
And maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind, so you never know.

Broken down and hungry for your love, with no way to feed it.
Where are you tonight, child you know how much I need it.
Too young to hold on, and too old to just break free and run.

Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun.
And much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake, to find that really, he has no one.

So I'll wait for you, and I'll burn.
Will I ever see your sweet return?
Oh, will I ever learn?

Oh, lover. You should've come over.
'Cause it's not too late.

Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in.
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body yearns and turns for a sleep that won't ever come.

It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder.
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when I sleep so soft against her.
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter.
It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever.

Well maybe I'm just too young
To keep good love from going wrong.
Oh, lover. You should've come over,
'Cause it's not too late.

Well I feel too young to hold on,
And I'm much too old to break free and run.
Too deaf, dumb and blind to see the damage I've done.
Sweet love, you should've come over
Oh, love, well I'm waiting for you.

Lover, you should've come over, 'cause it's not too late.