Candles in the Rain - Darrell Scott

Most days I never even notice

Most nights are much the same

But every now and then I get a picture

A familiar face without a name

Oh when I see a loving mother

Kissing a hand that’s hers to hold

I see a part of me I can’t recover

I get the feeling all I’m growing is old

I met a man who was on fire

He had a wife he had a family

And I fanned the flame of his desire

Til he was burning, burning just for me

Oh late one night he took me flying

Into the fire on wings of wax

Flying and melting and falling

We landed on our human backs

Childless mothers don’t need pity

Childless mothers don’t need blame

No we beg our own pardons

And rake our rock gardens

And carry on past the need to explain

And light our candles in the rain

Cut to the room where we were waiting

Young people reading old people magazines

All past the point of hesitating

All past the hopes and the dreams

He left me standing in the doorway

I guess he’d gone as far as he could go

He watched me walk the plank hallway

The rest I’ll still have to face alone

Childless mothers don’t need pity

Childless mothers don’t need blame

No we beg our own pardons

And rake our rock gardens

And carry on past the need to explain

And light our candles in the rain

We light our birthday candles in the rain

Light our candles

Light our candles in the rain

Most days I never even notice