Why would he come Back through the park I thought that you saw him But no you did not It's not him who'd come and cross The sea to surprise you Not him who would know where In London to find it Sadness so real That it populates The city and leave You homeless again Steam from the cup And snow on the pond The seasons have changed From the present to past Your past Turns on to have The past Oh Lord, oh Lord Why would he come Back through the park I 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 you think The boy could become The man who could make you sure He was the one