I stepped out into the night and put my feet down on the wet patio floor

The sky's air had been cooling and steam rose from everywhere

I could feel drops of rain slipping off tree's leaves and splattering to the ground

It's always misty after a summer pour

And I'll remember turning around and looking out

And staring in and focusing on this one beautiful girl

And I said, "Oh who is this?

Where was she all those crazy years?

Where was she when my heart couldn't take its beat?"

I sipped down some warm ginger ale

And drew back a breath

And headed over to see about this girl

I couldn't say a thing and I just stared open and wide

And I connected with her eyes to feel my gut fall through the floor

Oh my god, I think I'm falling