Maid - Matt Nathanson

Hello, 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.

My ears are always open to your laments

and my will is always weak for your advances,

and 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

please have a seat, I was going anywhere

but that can wait

because I’d rather have you here while I can

then I’ll pack it all up and take you with me again

My ears are always open to your laments

and my will is always weak for your advances,

and I’ll play the maid and clean up the mess

I wasn’t like anyone else

so real and so strong, so you said

it’s always,"welcome back, I’ll take your bags «things haven’t changed much since you left my side

and though your rooms been unoccupied,

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.