Day after day I had little to say
To colleague or friend, at work or at home,
The afternoons were grey, dark grey,
And all weekends were monotone.
Then a friend at a meal in a pub by the sea
Just happened to say that you still loved me,
Just happened to mention you loved me still,
So I left the meal and my friends all there.
I went outside and I smiled at the rain,
And I walked to your house to start again.