Windowpanes

Storm's howling out Like the ghost of a westbound train This rising in my chest, Tears fall just the same Heaven's sweet perfume only brings me pain The truth that you're gone Is flowing through my veins Beads of light on the window Told them "God, you must have made a mistake" Left me looking up For a spirit can't be held by a name Someday I'll meet you there Where the Great Plains rise and unfold with grace But on the darkest of days With the ache of the windowpanes I carry on And i know you by the sound of rain