Me and My Rainshadow

And where I end the wind begins,
the me you know is just my rainshadow...

Belly of the sky has split the gates of rain open
yet I linger with by finger on the beach
and the black wind blows for me alone
and this moment is a stone
so its sinking out of reach

I pull the chain to drain
the color from the sun when day is done
and ride beside the evening
with my arms around the moon
I hear the lonely laundry hiss
and listing letters on the line
the words I am someone

And where I end the wind begins,
the me you know is just my rainshadow...