I Stepped Out Into The Night And Put My Feet Down On The Wet Patio Floor
The Sky's Air Had Been Cooling And Steam Rose From Everywhere
I Could Feel Drops Of Rain Slipping Off Tree's Leaves And Splattering To The Ground
It's Always Misty After A Summer Pour
And I'll Remember Turning Around And Looking Out
And Staring In And Focusing On This One Beautiful Girl
And I Said, "Oh Who Is This?
Where Was She All Those Crazy Years?
Where Was She When My Heart Couldn't Take Its Beat?"
I Sipped Down Some Warm Ginger Ale
And Drew Back A Breath
And Headed Over To See About This Girl
I Couldn't Say A Thing And I Just Stared Open And Wide
And I Connected With Her Eyes To Feel My Gut Fall Through The Floor
Oh My God, I Think I'm Falling.