Petrichor

It hasn’t rained six months or more
Until today, a sudden pour
Now I can smell the petrichor outside

The sighing ground gives up its love
Unto the breeze and trees above
And suddenly your phantom shoves my side

I don’t need you
I don’t need you
I don’t need you
Oh, but I sure want you

I never loved you more than when
I turned and walked into the wind
And left you leaning on no friend of mine

I walked straight, didn’t turn my head
The hardest thing I ever did
Seabirds wheeling overhead and cryin’

I don’t need you
I don’t need you
I don’t need you
Oh, but I sure want you

I wish I knew the names of things
Trees and flowers, birds that sing
You’re much better at that kind of thing than I

And I don’t know these stars up here
You’d fill me in if you were near
You taught me ‘petrichor’, our secret sigh

I don’t need you
I don’t need you
I don’t need you
Oh, but I sure want you