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.