I'm back can't find no pulse 
On my old street 
And eyes only meet mine 
For a second 
Bad impression 
I didn't write or call 
But I used to be worth waiting for 
Someone to choose a good excuse 
But not anymore 

In the afternoon rain 
Recycling strength and names 
The gulls are quiet today 
Assembling past mistakes 
The gulls are quiet today 
Assembling past mistakes 

I was lost I felt caught 
Stayed indoors counting hailstorms 
Stepped back 
Down reduced from friend to acquaintance 
Summoned up in one short sentence 
Failed and bitter 

In the afternoon rain 
My heart's a trial, a boring revival 
Getting thankfully wasted again 
In the afternoon rain 
Getting thankfully wasted again 
In the afternoon rain 

In the afternoon rain 
Recycling strength and names 
The gulls are quiet today 
Assembling past mistakes 
Getting thankfully wasted again 
In the afternoon rain