How did we get here?   How the hell, Pan left, close on the steeple of the church   How did I get here?   How the hell, Christmas, Christmas Eve, last year      How could a night so frozen   Be so scalding hot?   How can a morning this mild   Be so raw?      Why are entire years strewn   On the cutting room floor of memories?   When single frames from one magic night   Forever flicker in close-up on the 3-D Imax of my mind      That's poetic, that's pathetic   Why did Mimi knock on Roger's door   And Collins choose that phone booth   Back where Angel set up his drums?      Why did Maureen's equipment break down?   Why am I the witness?   And when I capture it on film   Will it mean that it's the end and I'm alone?