The Listener

There's no place that I'd rather be or particularly care to see
I'd rather be here with you And you talking with me

I can't see the reason
The rain has to come or why
And though I can't see
When I'm listening to you all the rain
Subsides

I'll listen to your every thought in turn
I'll never judge or tell the things you've said or done

Your artistry should be with me
And paint every wall in my world with your voice
It's the tune that fills my room
Listening to you I can ignore
The noise

I will be your listener
I will be your listener

Just one request
Don't  make me guess
I'll treat every thought you share with care
The Listener won't go away
I'll be there
I'll be there

I'll be there I'll be there
I'll be there I'll be there
I'll be there I'll be there

I will be your listener