Matt Nathanson - Maid

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hello my, my foul weather friend
these thick sheets of rain
seem to have hindered your way, again

and the winds, I can feel the winds
they've gotten so strong
no wonder you're back to our home, our home

my ears, they're always open to your laments
my will, is always weak for your advances
but I'll play the maid
and clean up the mess

your face, I look at your face and it's changed since we last spoke
it's weathered and beautiful
so weathered and so beautiful
oh no no no please have a seat

I was going anywhere
but that can wait cuz I'd rather have you here while I can
then I'll pack it all up and take you with me again

my ears they're always open to your laments
my will is always weak for your advances
but I'll play the maid
and clean up the mess

I was like anyone else
so real, so strong, so you said
it's always welcome back, I'll take your bags
things havent changed much since you left my side
though your room's been unoccupied
well I have tried to give it up

so here are my ears again
and here are my arms
and here are my hopes again
just please
keep coming back