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Lying in bed I hear the clock tick,
And think of you
Caught up in circles confusion -
Is nothing new
Flashback - warm nights -
Almost left behind
Suitcases of memories,
Time after -
The score was abysmal, but Carey wasn't paying attention. It didn't matter to him. He wasn't out on the bench anymore. He had something he needed to do.
"Uh, Carey? Where are you going?"
He doesn't reply. He's already out of his goalie equipment. He stops before he leaves the changing room and drops a note by the door.
There's something I need to do.
Sometimes you picture me -
I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me, I can't hear
What you've said -
Then you say - go slow -
I fall behind -
The second hand unwinds
He leaves out the back, the crowd cheers as the game ends, but he barely hears it. Surely there's gotta be some way out of here where no one will question where he's going. He pulls out his phone and looks up where the closest stable is.
If you're lost you can look - and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you - I'll be waiting
Time after time
It feels right to be back in the saddle. He rides out into the night and ignores the ringing of his phone in his pocket.
After my picture fades and darkness has
Turned to gray
Watching through windows - you're wondering
If I'm OK
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time -
PK wakes up the a banging on his window. He rolls over and groans. The clock on his phone reads 3:am. There's a text from Pricey that reads: Look outside.
There's another bang as a rock hits the window. PK slides out of bed shirtless and stumbles over, still very confused. He pulls open the window and is greeted to a splash of rain. He wipes the water off his face and looks out at the street again.
Standing out on the sidewalk, with a horse eating at his front lawn is Carey Price. His clothes are soaked through and he's standing with a boom box in his hands. PK shakes his head. It must be a trick of the rain. There's no way-
-Carey hits play on the boom box -
If you're lost you can look - and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you - I'll be waiting
Time after time
The two stand there, not saying a word as the song plays. Carey lifts the boom box above his head and Cyndi Lauper's voice echoes down the street. Tears and raindrops roll down their faces.
...Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time