I step off the train I'm walkin' down your street again pass your door but you don't live there anymore
it's years since you've been there now you've disappeared somewhere like outer space you've found some better place

could you be dead - you always were two steps ahead of ev'ryone we'd walk behind while you would run
I look up at your house and I can almost hear you shout, down to me where I always used to be 

 back on the train I ask why did I come again can I confess - I've been hangin' 'round your old address
and the years have proved to offer nothin' since you moved you're long gone but I can't move on

 

 

 . . .and I miss you. . .like the deserts miss the rain. . .

 

EBTG