Love in vain rain

It was still dark in the morning when I couldn't sleep
Nothing but the thought of you that I couldn't keep
To myself and so I bicycled to your place
Constantly wiping that water from my face
And bathing in the love in vain rain
Bathing in the love in vain rain
Soaked to the bone in heartache and pain
And bathing in the love in vain rain

And so I rang your doorbell
As onto my hood that cold rain fell
But the only person who came to the door
Was your father yelling like I never heard him yell before
But I was bathing in the love in vain rain
Bathing in the love in vain rain
Soaked to the bone in heartache and pain
And bathing in the love in vain rain

Soaking wet
To the bone
Soaking wet
And so alone
But I was only hoping that you would see me in the street
Drenched from head to toe and from head to feet
I was only hoping that you would open up that window
And see down here in the street below

But you didn't and so I biked back home
Where I couldn't wait to my wet hair apply a comb
But just when I was about to put that bicycle away
I turned around and you were standing in my driveway

And bathing in the love in vain rain
Bathing in the love in vain rain
Soaked to the bone in heartache in pain
And bathing in the love in vain rain

But then your father began to shout
And as the birds started singing . . . the sun came out