come tomorrow i'll be on my way back home in the morning call from a roadside telephone one night doesn't mean the reast 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 myhands by my side i won't come back i hope someday you'll understand i want to try and make it right but dont' know if i can last night everything was right and the reain was gone one summer night's the only time we've known so, shut your eyes and when you wake i'll be gone
