Hey little girl, playing in the street
Baking as an apple, no shoes on your feet
I think I can remember you
You look a whole lot better off than you used to do

Hey little boy, throw me the ball
The kids in the park say you're the dirtiest of all
Ain't I met you sometime before
When the old street was here in the grocer's store?

You came back, you came back
And I'm glad you begged my time
You came back, you came back
And by that mischievous look in your eye

I'd say before long, if I'm not wrong
You'll be back, you'll come back again
Before long and I'm not wrong
You'll be back, you'll be back again

Things have fallen into place, putting names on every face
Remember being dead and alive
What could be the key? Am I crazy as I seem?
Can I believe what I see with my own eyes?

That girl with the umbrella, used to be a fella
He used to be my very good friend
Now I recall, in the mystery of things
I've been here before and done a million things

If it's all right with you, I'll remember you too
But I won't tell you who you were last time
But you're making up for it now
I suffer amnesia when you kiss my brow

You came back, you came back
And I'm glad you begged my time
You came back, you came back
And with that mischievous look in your eye

I'd say before long, if I'm not wrong
You'll be back, you'll come back again

Copyright: Spirit Music Group, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): PETER DENNIS BLANDFOR TOWNSHEND