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 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.