The pillars which had rotted away over time became a wonderful home for mushrooms and moss In the rain I wait for you brushing the dirt from my soles I don't think we will meet even in 100years The old radio in the back of the room stood there as if it had been cut out of time I can hear yesterday Covering my eyes and ears I waited for the night to pass I don't hear the rooster crowing in the morning today The pillars which had rotted away over time became a wonderful home for mushrooms and moss The old radio in the back of the room stood there as if it had been cut out of time I can hear yesterday I'm here I'm here