The Park - Feist

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 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