I step off the train, I´m walking down your street again , and past your door, but
you don´t live there any more. It´s years since you´ve been there. Now you´ve
desappeared somewhere like outer space, you´ve found some better place, and
i miss you - like the deserts miss the rain. Could you be dead? You always were
two steps ahead of everyone. We´d walk behind while you would run. I look up
at your house, and can almost hear you shout down to me where I always used
to be, and I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain. Back on the train , I ask why
did I come again? Can I confess I´ve been hanging round your old adress? and
the years have proved to offer nothing sinced you moved. You´re long
gone but I can´t move on, and I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain.
