^DWhy would he ^Gcome back through the ^Dpark You ^Dthought that you ^Asaw him, but no you did ^Dnot It's not him who'd come across the sea to surprise you Not him who would know where in London to find you

Sadness so real that it populates The city and leaves you homeless again Steam from a cup and snow on the path The seasons have changed from the present to past

The ^Dpas^Bmt..^G. Turns whole to half In the past...

^DWhy would he ^Gcome back through the ^Dpark ^DYou thought that you ^Asaw him, but no you did ^Dnot Who can be sure of anything through The distance that keeps you from knowing the truth

Why would he think, your boy could become The man who could make you sure he was the one

The ^Don^Bme..^G. My one... My one...

Feist - Park