Why would he come back through the park?   You thought that you saw him but, no, you did not   It's not him who'd come across the sea to surprise you   Not him who would know where in London to find you      With sadness so real that it populates   The city and leaves you homeless again   Steam from the cup and snow on the path   The seasons have changed from the present to past   The past, the past, turns whole to half the past      Why would he come back through the park?   You just thought that you saw him but, no, you did not   Who can be sure of anything through   The distance that keeps you from knowing the truth      Why would you think, your boy could become   The man who could make you sure he was the one?   The one, my one, my one