Grandaddy - Protected From The Rain lyrics

i'd rather not speak right now,

i'm remembering ... something.

most typically my dreams are dreadfully

boring,

therefore i go to these places just to

see the girls ...

with hair like hers,

with clothes like she wore,

with smells like hers,

with handwriting like hers .....

you wrote me little letters and,

you brough me lunch that time,

at my work and that peom you left,

on my windshield wrapped in plastic,

to protect it from the rain.

protected from the rain (several times