There's a chance you'll wake tomorrow
with the shrieking flames of daybreak
like an ill-tuned trumpet blaring I have left you.
You might hurry to your window
hear the rhythm of my bootheels,
see me moving down the highway towards tomorrow.
I'm a friend of the darkness, traveller in the rain.
I'll be gone before the daybreak comes again.
I love the silver slant of raindrops
and the road just beneath my feet girl,
yet I'm much too shy to say please understand.
Last night's storm called me to follow
with the voices of choral thunder,
so is it any wonder I have left you.
I'm a friend of the darkness, traveler in the rain.
I'll be gone before the daybreak
comes again.