Raincoat Confessions

(oh-oh-oh) Raincoat

over my good clothes Standing on the porch,

watching the water flow

Almost blew it off,

almost stayed inside

Now I'm hailing cabs in the middle of the tide

And the meter's running,

counting down the street I can feel the bassline

through the passenger seat Did I come for the music,

or to see your face?

We are running out of time and space

Underneath the dim marquee,

you were looking right at me

Almost-love in a crowded room,

blooming in the midnight gloom Holding back but leaning in,

where do you and I begin?

(where do we begin?)

Now we're spilling drinks by the speaker stack

I say something petty,

then I take it back

We are matching strides,

we are keeping time

Almost-love is a victimless crime

Underneath the dim marquee,

you were looking right at me

Almost-love in a crowded room,

blooming in the midnight gloom Holding back but leaning in,

where do you and I begin?

(where do we begin?)

Raincoat

on my shoulders now Walking back alone somehow Almost-love,

yeah (almost, almost)