Come tomorrow. I'll be on my way back home. In the morning, call from a roadside telephone. One night, 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. Last night, 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.