so this is how the story went...

It was in the darkest of my days, when you took my sorrow and you took my pain. And buried them away, you buried them away.
But like everything I've ever known you'll disappear one day, so I'll spend my whole life hiding my heart away. I dropped you off at the train station, put a kiss on top of your head. I watched you wave, watched you wave.
Then I went on home to my skyscrapers and neon lights and waiting papers, that I call home. I call that home. I woke up feeling heavy hearted, I'm going back to where I started: The morning rain, the morning rain.
And though I wish that you were here, on that same old road that brought me here. It's calling me home, it's calling me home.