The Park - Pomme

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