Late the other nightnOur friends already leavingnI saw you step outsidenIt was cold out therenIn the autumn airnnI'd hate for you to thinknI was keeping tracking all eveningnBut I trawled the laundry sinknFor one last beernAnd your voice came clearnnAs you shared the cigarettenI heard you telling StevennA tale called 'How We Met'nAll those years agonIt's one I know by heartnnMy favorite partnIs the way we had to smile hellonFor the static on the stereonJust then