There's hope to have, in the past

Why would he come back through the park?
You thought that you saw him, but no you did not.
It's not him coming across the sea to surprise you,
not him who would know where in London to find you.

Sadness so real that it populates
the city and leaves you homeless again.
Steam from a cup and snow on the path,
the seasons have changed from the present to past.

The past...
There's hope to have,
in the past...

Why would he come back through the park?
You thought that you saw him, but no you did not.
Who can be sure of anything through
the distance that keeps you from knowing truth.

Why would he think, the boy could become
the man who could make you sure he was the one?
The one...
My one...
My one...

Feist - The park