You're walking down the boulevard
Hands in your pocket, head down toward the sidewalk
Wet and shiny with summer rain
It's not quite forgotten, or figured out
Certainly not forgiven, so you freeze a moment
You feel the brick in your gut all over again
And keep walking as you try to think of something else
But it is not as easy to try to escape
The songs, the rhymes, the smells, the mirage
Wonder why you wasted your time
You're walking down the boulevard
Hands in your pocket, head down toward the sidewalk
Wet and shiny with summer rain
It's not quite sound, not quite relieved
Certainly not a distant memory
You feel it's just like yesterday
And keep walking as you try to think of something else
But it's easier said than done
The red, biting, foolish, falling in love.