I got up; it was late in the evening.
I put on my shoes, and took a walk.
I was thinking about a story that had yet to be written,

and I don't remember exactly how I met you,
but there was something wrong with your hair;
it was getting in the way of something, and you didn't like it.
We walked into the park, it was raining.

Someone you know is hoping you can follow me;
someone you know is hoping you can follow me
into the end of the day, where it's always sort of raining.
Pieces and pieces fall down from the sky.
It the end of the day, it's really fucking raining.
If you've seen it before, you know I ain't lying.

We were walking, it was a little bit past midnight;
we could hear people singing, screaming, from afar.
We stopped talking, I heard a footstep,
of course I heard it, it was you walking around in the woods all along,

and we walked into a house with a door, and a letter from the city,
telling me they didn't really care about anyone,
and I folded it up and let you inside, to my house,
and you said "there's nothing really there!

Someone you know is hoping you can follow;
someone you know is hoping you can follow me
into the end of the day, where it's always sort of raining.
Pieces and pieces fall down from the sky.
The end of the day, when it's raining;
you've seen it before, so you know, I ain't lying.

We were talking about a dream you had;
it kept happening around three, four, five in the morning.
Rocket ship flying out of Newark International Airport;
you were about three miles away, somewhere in the city.

You were just waiting for the train."
We were walking.
"And you missed it.
You missed the rocket ship by about two hours.

It was the saddest day of your life.
The strangest thing is,"
we were walking,
"about a day later, you found out

that instead of going out of the atmosphere, into the air,
out into space, some other dimension,
some other planet,"
we were walking,
"it just crash landed in some abandoned airport
in Berlin."

We were talking, until it was morning;
you said you were starting to get used to my empty house.
Could've gone on, but you got up,
and you left, and you said "goodbye,"
and I don't think I ever saw you again,

and I got up; it was late in the evening,
and I put on my shoes, and took a walk.
I was thinking about a dream I had,
and I was thinking about how

I like to leave my footprints in the snow.
I like to leave my footprints over there, in the snow.
But you, you came along, and shoveled up all the snow;
now the gardens are green again.