Got up It was late in the evening Put on my shoes And took a walk I was thinking about a story that had yet to be written I don't remember exactly how I met you But there was something wrong with your hair It was getting in the way of something And you didn't like it We walked into the park It was raining Someone I know is hoping I can follow you Someone I know is hoping I can follow you And I don't know how I know this But at the end of the day It's always sort of raining Pieces and pieces They fall from the sky At the end of the day It's always sort of raining If you've seen it before You know it doesn't lie We were walking It was somewhat past midnight We could hear people singing screaming from afar We stopped talking I heard a footstep Of course I heard it It was you all along Walked into a house With a door And a letter from the city Telling me they didn't really care Folded it up and let you inside to my house And you said there's nothing There's nothing really there Someone I know is hoping I can follow you Someone I know is hoping I can follow you And I don't know how I know this But at the end of the day It's always sort of raining Pieces and pieces They fall from the sky At the end of the day It's always sort of raining If you've seen it before You know it doesn't lie Talked And we talked until it was morning You said you were starting to like my house We stopped talking And you left And you said goodbye I don't think I ever saw you again Got up It was late in the evening I put on my shoes Took a walk I was thinking about a dream I had It must've been reality I like to keep tracks in the snow I like to keep my tracks in the snow But they always shovel up snow And the gardens are green again