raindrops upon the window
fallin against my skin
im on the outside lookin in
lookin in
meaningless
but what is
loneliness
but what aint
goin cold
growin old
stayin gold
stayin cold
a kaleidoscope in bold
a myraid on hold
to spin the globe by the touch of a hand
or to travel the atlas the back of your hand
nobody noes
nobody noes
nothin holds
nothin gold