You left your coat on the second chair

Didn’t say much, just stood and stared

Tried to ask, but you shook your head

Told me, “Maybe it's best we rest.”

Now the train runs past the park at four

I still wait like I did before

Foolish hope is a heavy sound

But I keep listening for your steps downtown

It all comes back around

Like a song I used to know

Playing low from someone’s window

And I can't let it go

No, I can't let it go

I saw your bike chained to the fence

Guess some habits just make more sense

You wore blue, I remember that

Same old smile beneath your cap

Now the streetlights flicker one by one

And I retrace what we had become

People change, but it still feels wrong

How did silence end our song?

It all comes back around

Like a voice through midnight air

I reach out, but there's no one there

Still I can’t let it go

No, I can’t let it go

Ooh—

No, I can’t let it go

Ooh—

It all comes back around