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Written and produced by Spencer Critchley
Guitar, bass: Spencer
Singer: A Guest
Lyrics
Standing outside in the rain
Looking through the window of a store
Sells the kind of things you like
But I don’t go in there any more
I used to stop and browse
On my way home from work
Now the only thing I’d find I know
Is some new way to hurt
So I’m standing outside in the rain
Like I’ve got nothing else to do
I’m on my way back home
But not home to you
And I guess I should move on
Let another day wash down the drain
But meanwhile I’m just standing here and thinking
Outside in the rain
A little band of gold
I had to save up for a year
You cried and said I was crazy
To buy you something here
And maybe you were right
But man, it felt so good
To be broke as hell and have your love
To give you all I could
Now I’m standing outside in the rain
I’ve got nowhere special to go
The little place we used to share
Is the best place that I know
Now I’ve got plenty of money
But all that money brings
Is knowing I could buy you all these useless, beautiful things
So I’m just standing for a while in the rain
These dirty streets get shiny
And the city sounds are softer in the rain
Sometimes it’s nice just standing
Outside in the rain