Your Belly In My Arms

We'd watch the shapes the rain would make

Falling down the window of our bus

I said they reminded me of paper ponies blowing free

You said they reminded you of us

Your belly in my arms

Tomorrow we'll be through these rains and gone

Woke up with the driver cryin Birmingham

Looked through the glass and found morning sky

I said that cloud was shaped like a burning man

You didn't have the heart to tell me why

Your belly in my arms

Tomorrow we'll be through them clouds and gone

I put my hand inside your skirt

Nasty, the thought that our baby's life would turn out

This way

You said you wasn't really sure

But really you's too good to say it

Your belly in my arms

Tomorrow we'll be through them rains and gone

Your belly in my arms

Tomorrow we'll be through them games and gone