Here I come, there I go Looking out of the window I turned back, you didn't see So I waited for you to talk to me We don't have time To talk about the things we'll have done when I see you again But maybe then we Might get the chance to have a word between us But rain just fell, the feeling changed If I spoke to you I'd feel much more strange Leaves burned, signs turned Yet I don't want to see you act so stern One more day I Lived to tell you how very much I hate it But tomorrow You might be up for a little bit more fun