“Yet another ‘I'm beyond all that petty crap' anthem, written in the Capaldi basement in the late 90's. Listen carefully and you will hear our CD title” – Kristen


I know that someday we'll meet in the street
and you'll be looking great.
You'll ask how I've been, though you know what I'm in;
you'll ask me just the same.

Don't be surprised if the sun's in your eyes,
though you're looking down at me.

Someday we'll meet, out in the street.
And you will see me.

"You look so in shape! All that money you make must agree with you," I'll say.
"I hear you're a hit in the work that you're in." (but have you been sleeping well?)
"I've seen you at night! (drinking, so you can hide. I swear, you've lost your dreams)

(chorus) Someday we'll meet, out in the street.
And you will see me.


I've been growing older.
You've been a photograph.

I'm better off it all slipped away when all we knew was "next".
The distant sun and the attic dreamer are pages within the text.
I look back a lot. The sun has been lost but the sky won't rain on me.

Won’t rain on me
Won’t rain on me
Someday we’ll meet.

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