i’ll be on my way back home.
in the morning,
call from a roadside telephone.
doesn’t mean the rest of my life.
if i go it’s not impossible,
but possible is probably wrong.
so, let go because i’m afraid to try.
i’ll keep my hands by my side.
i won’t come back.
i hope someday you’ll understand.
i want to try and make it right,
but i don’t know if i can.
everything was right and the rain was gone.
one summer’s night’s the only time we know.
shut your eyes,
when you wake up i’ll be gone.