Balcony Thoughts lyrics

It's hot here on the balcony I suppose the rain is coming soon There are many flies this year And the storm moves in It starts to rain at last I'm getting wet all over And you are getting wet Outside there in the grass Under the oak tree It's very dark and quiet over there I wander if God's still mad at me, but I can't have you Nobody will, nobody will I suppose He isn't mad The rain washes the dirt of my hands And the dirt out of my mind It's raining and I take another drink It's getting colder, I suppose God isn't pleased After all You know, sometimes it gets quite lonely up here On my balcony I suppose I'll have to go inside, to become a little Warm again. I wander if God's still mad at me, but I can't have you Nobody will, nobody will I wander if God's still mad at me, but I can't have you Nobody will, nobody will