I like rain on saturdaysnI like bricks and medieval alleywaysnI like green hills and old english playsnbut no-one knows me like you donnI like Maclean’s and slow moving DylannnI like movie theatres with no-one in themnand I believe that the story isn't overnbecause no-one knows me like you donnyou are herenand you are forgivennI no longer live in the housenfrom which you were drivennyou are herenand it is here that you will staynbecause no-one knows me like you donno, nonnno-one knows me like you donnno, nonnknows me like you donnyou know it’s true, you know it’s truennno-one knows me like you donnyou like small townsnand wide open spacesnyou like the city nights and different people's facesnyou’ve seen the sunset over so many distant placesnbut no-one knows you like I donyou like quiet afternoons and walking in the parknyou like country music and whispering in the darknand you know that the story isn't overnbecause no-one knows you like I donnno, nonnno-one knows you like I donnand I am here can I be forgivennI no longer live in the house from which you were drivennI am with you, and with you I will always staynbecause no-one knows you like I donnwe like getting caught in the rainnwe like watching water running down the window panenand we are here and you know no-one, no-one here's to blamenbecause no-one knows us like we donyou knownnand I am never too far away