come tomorrow I'll be on my way back home
in the morning call from a roadside telephone
one night doesn't mean the reast 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 don't know if I can
last night everything was right and the reain was gone
one summer night's the only time we've known
so, shut your eyes and when you wake I'll be gone
