I was wishing we could go back to how it was before age impacted on our speech I was wishing we could go back to the house with our hands pressed against the old home
I was wishing to be one of your friends but you turned your cheek
When you kept coming back wanting my feed back on what your wearing,
advice was my only use
Pine trees and shrubs lined up on every corner where we went
The scenery always changed as we grew older
The feelings you had already are strange
I was wishing we could go back to how it was before age impacted on our speech I was wishing we could go back to the house with our hands pressed against the old home