this song almost always makes me feel better. and if you haven't heard it, you should. i hate to be lame and post lyrics, but i'm going to anyway.
the rain, it started tapping on the window near my bed.
there was a loophole in my dreaming, so i got out of it.
and to my surpise, my eyes were wide and already open --
just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been.
so i dressed myself and left then, out into the grey streets,
but everything seemed different and completely new to me:
the sky, the trees, houses, building, even my own body,
and each person i encountered, i couldn't wait to meet.
and i came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health,
i said, "there's nothing i can do for you you can't do for yourself."
he said, "oh yes you can, just hold my hand. i think that that would help."
so i sat with him a while then asked him how he felt.
he said, "i think i'm cured. no, in fact, i'm sure of it.
thank you stranger, for your therapeutic smile."
so that's how i learned the lesson that everyone's alone,
and your eyes must do some raining if you're ever going to grow,
but when crying doesn't help; you can't compose yourself,
it's best to compose a poem: an honest verse of longing or a simple song of hope.
that's why i'm singing, baby don't worry, 'cause now i've got your back,
and every time you feel like crying, i'm gonna try and make you laugh.
and if i can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we'll wait for it to pass,
and i will keep you company through those days so long and black.
and we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve --
of love's uneven remainder; our lives are fractions of a whole.
but if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall,
then i think we'd see the beauty then -- we'd stand staring in awe
at our still lives posed
like a bowl of oranges,
like a story told
by the fault lines in the soil.