The drawings carved upon a tree reflecting how we used to be If only what was carved could be cemented for evermore But now just as you did to me, the branches are stripped down tactically- I almost heard the screams as he was chopped down to the floor
We talked it over to the point where we could only say what had been said A thousand times before We talked it over to the point where we had counted all the fence posts on The way to in between you and me
It all began at seventeen, the age of great naivety- And everything you said to me I kept within my mind You said I could begin to be the only boy in history To change the way you lived to leave the other boys behind
We talked it over to the point where we could only say what had been said A thousand times before We talked it over to the point where we had counted all the fence posts on The way to in between you and me