Soft Spoken Man - The Weather Station

No great auspicious day

I been here so many times

I wasn’t sure I’d stay

I felt shy and stressed

There was a man to my left, waiting

It struck me, the way I saw him

A familiarity almost haunting

He was saying his name

I could hardly even hear him

And I lean in

I wouldn’t want to see him

I never want to see him through your eyes

I only want to see him through mine

Through mine

As one in the well never minds the water

For it’s clear and still

In time the light came to be a stranger

And it takes will, always will

Such a soft spoken man

I had to do most of the talking

I didn’t mind, we stayed up late that night, patient