I stepped out into the night and put my feet down on the wet patio floor.
The sky's air had been cooling and steam rose from everywhere.
I could feel drops of rain slipping off tree's leaves and spattering to the ground.
It's always misty after a summer pour
And I remember turning around and looking out
And staring in and focusing on this one beautiful girl.

And I said "Oh who is this?
Where was she all those crazy years?
Where was she when my heart couldn't take its beat?"

I sipped down some warm ginger ale
And drew back a breath
And headed over to see about this girl.
I couldn't say a thing and I stared open and wide
And I connected with her eyes to feel my gut fall through the floor.

And I said "Oh who is this?
Where was she all those crazy years?
Where was she when my heart couldn't take its beat?"

Oh my God, I think I'm falling.