well i smelled the rain and i saw the storm but i thought thunder is as lightning does so i could not sound alarm and now my hands are wet my feet are cold youre a man who needs a hug but wont let anybody hold youve got a heart like cinderella with a curfew that you keep your love goes home at midnight while i am losing sleep but you have left no glass slipper no test for you to take and even if the shoe did fit how long until you break it well maybe you are fickle maybe you are cruel you could be a wolf in clothing made of sheeps wool but i am a wanderer road dirt in my shoes and i dont run from love so ive no use for those that do well youre jumping into puddles and then running from the splash i never knew a person who could change their mind so fast but are you watching where youre walking when youre fleeing from the scene your hands have gotten dirty are you still sure theyre clean youre a lesson in forgiveness thats all that i can say i knew that you could give and now ive learned just what you take cause youve been many different people making many different sounds id have to be a tracker with my ear against the ground  well maybe youre a fucker maybe im a fool but you are just a man not sheep nor wolf but im still a wanderer thats the road i choose cause i dont run from love so ive no use for those that do yeah im running for love with or without you