i got on the train you stood in the rain yellow flowers in your hair i walked that long road alone not knowing at the end if i would find a friend or a foe but that's how the story goes
i traded tomorrow to pay for today made deals with the devil an angel who strayed what we have in common is scary in ways but that's how the story goes
it is the beginning that could be an end a whisper of summer that found winters end i call you my lover i call you my friend and that's how my story goes.