I can feel your goodbye comin'. Like a storm up from the south. The rain'll splatter at the back door. The wind'll whistle 'round the house. So it's you and Howie Johnston.
I thought I was doing all right bein' alone. I swore I'd never let somebody get close again. I was never gonna let my guard down, not for anyone. But there's a light in your eyes and it's got me movin' in.