Your birthday party's on the nineteenth
Let me check my schedule, see if I'm free
I wouldn't miss it for the world
Cuz you're my favorite girl
To not drop by would be dumb
I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come
While I drive down your avenue
I spot your mailbox party balloons
I'm gonna do what I feel
Though my palms clutch the wheel
I'm so close my hands are numb
I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come
I park next to curb, walk in just to say hi
I had to find a special time to visit
From the hall into the kitchen I saw a girl who looked like you from behind
Said "is this a good time?" She turned and said "it isn't"
Needless to say, the girl wasn't you
You live in 203 not 302
She's in her graduation gown next to her mother on the ground
Her mother suffered a heart attack
She died right there on the kitchen-tile cracks
Turned to the grad asked "when's the funeral?"
She said "why? we don't know who you are..."
Told her "I feel bad about your mum, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come"
"But we don't even know where you're from"
I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come
I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come