the park.

[dreambrother]

why would it come
back through the park
you thought that you saw him
but no you did not

it's not him who comes across
the sea to surprise you
not him who would know where
in london to find you

the sadness so real
that it populates
the city it leaves you
homeless again

steam from a cup
and snow on the path
the seasons have changed
from present to past
the past
turns whole to half
the past

why would it come
back to through the park
you thought that you saw him
but no you did not

who can be sure
of anything through
the distant that keeps you
from knowing a truth

why would you think
your boy could become
the man that could make you
sure he was the one
the one
my one
my one

~leslie feist