Whatever Rain May Come

I want to study the white
Spots on the page
Not to be filled in
And if humour
Should take me under
Some sort of wing
Then cut me free
Oh brother, please be patient
Oh brother, please be patient with me
When I was thirteen
I use to push my hair to the left
Now I pull it behind
And he told me a means less satisfying
Thinking he was speaking to the king
Of that town
I burnt my young man's hands
On the candlelight vigil
Of some earthquake
That I tuck behind my ear
Now whatever rain may come
I'll be shutting down the trouble
I'll be finally putting my name
In that hat
Oh brother, please be patient
Oh brother, please be patient with me