I stepped out into the night and put my feet down on the wet patio floor
  The sky's air had been cooling and steam rose from everywhere
  I could feel drops of rain slipping off tree's leaves and splattering to the ground
  It's always misty after a summer pour
  And I'll remember turning around and looking out
  And staring in and focusing on this one beautiful girl
  And I said, "Oh who is this?
  Where was she all those crazy years?
  Where was she when my heart couldn't take its beat?"
  I sipped down some warm ginger ale
  And drew back a breath
  And headed over to see about this girl
  I couldn't say a thing and I just stared open and wide
  And I connected with her eyes to feel my gut fall through the floor
  Oh my god, I think I'm falling.