The same old feelings start sinking in,
a late meeting means an unlikely possibility.

Another shame, for instance today,
missed you by the thickness of a breeze.

So I'll pack up and go, It's that time again,
so I'll burn the candles once more and let the smoke
take my place, until I come around back again.

At the third act of this event you came on,
soon to begin was my final stretch of road fro me to take on.

A near future encounter, a planned trip to this country´s center...
... I certainly hope you come along.

So I'll pack up and go, It's that time again, so I'll pick
up the ashes that burned, save them to give them to you,
when I come around back again.