Ohio Sky

Rain, windy and gray, strangest of days
 She looks the same and she waits in a green dress
 With baby's breath gifted away
 There's something so familiar in that gray Ohio sky
 The seasons blur and so do the years
 I can't tell if it's March or July
 High Street in the dark dodging the bars
 Looking at cars arm in arm
 She thought ahead
 And then she said let's go away
 There's something so familiar in the black Ohio sky
 The seasons blur and so do the years
 I can't tell if it's March or July
 Clear fairest in fall when after all
 Wait by the phone for her call
 It never came, it never came, she went away
 There's something so familiar in the blue Ohio sky
 The seasons blur and so do the years
 I can't tell if it's March or July
 Oooooh ooooooh
 The seasons pass and so did the tears
 Underneath the Ohio sky