But you don't know.

Everyday , every poem
Every man and every woman
Every child, every sinner and
Everyone, and all that's you
Shall take me home
in this rain, and in this
rain shall take me
home.


The lights are dim, the
words are back, this life
is new, this life so old, to
every you, to everyone,
to  summer rain and
winter wao.


Paper boats, and paper
kites, to love the home
and love the wild and
every change and every
thought, reminds me of
our days in blue.

And who were we, and
who we were, and who
were we...

but you don’t know