come tomorrow 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

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 dont' know if i can

last night everything was right and the reain was gone

one summer night's the only time we've known

shut your eyes and when you wake i'll be gone