Matt Nathanson - Maid Lyrics
hello my, my foul weather friendthese thick sheets of rainseem to have hindered your way, againand the winds, I can feel the windsthey've gotten so strongno wonder you're back to our home, our homemy ears, they're always open to your lamentsmy will, is always weak for your advancesbut I'll play the maidand clean up the messyour face, I look at your face and it's changed since we last spokeit's weathered and beautifulso weathered and so beautifuloh no no no please have a seatI was going anywherebut that can wait cuz I'd rather have you here while I canthen I'll pack it all up and take you with me againmy ears they're always open to your lamentsmy will is always weak for your advancesbut I'll play the maidand clean up the messI was like anyone elseso real, so strong, so you saidit's always welcome back, I'll take your bagsthings havent changed much since you left my sidethough your room's been unoccupiedwell I have tried to give it upso here are my ears againand here are my armsand here are my hopes againjust pleasekeep coming back
