Petrichor

It hasn’t rained six months or more

Until today, a sudden pour

Now I can smell the petrichor outside

The sighing ground gives up its love

Unto the breeze and the trees above

And suddenly your phantom shoves my side

I don’t need you

I don’t need you

I don’t need you

O, but I sure want you

I never loved you more than when

I turned and walked into the wind

And left you leaning on no friend of mine

I walked straight, didn’t turn my head

The hardest thing I ever did

Seabirds wheeling overhead and cryin’

 

I don’t need you

I don’t need you

I don’t need you

O, but I sure want you

I wish I knew the names of things

Trees and flowers, birds that sing

You’re much better at that kind of thing than I

And I don’t know these stars up here

You’d fill me in if you were near

You taught my petrichor, our secret sigh

I don’t need you

I don’t need you

I don’t need you

O, but I sure want you