A meeting place and timeOur chance to make amendsWhether to meet as plannedOr reach out for the cold, upper handA meeting place and timeOf which neither of them would showA meeting place and timeA meeting place and timePictured in our mindsTo stand up from a tableAnd prepare for the outsideA meeting place and timeNeither of them would showA meeting place and timeNeither of them would know"I wouldn't miss it for the world"With that having been saidCould you be careful with your words?Because my world is in your handsIt was a year ago todayI put a desperate man to deathHe was the man I used to beHe trusted every word you saidYou can wait no moreIt's time to go homeI hope it's cold every day where you areFor this place is where neither of us will meetFor this time when neither of us will waitAnd this is the end of this burden of yours and mineThis is the end of this well-rehearsed story of you and IThis meeting place and timeThe story of you and I