I think there’s a girl like that still around
Her head is full of log cabin love not yet made
Getting older is when dreams become memories
It’s like a song she lived before it’s ever been played

The only gold she ever wanted is about forever
She doesn’t want to buy candles for the shelf
It’s a simple life of braids and just enough light
She’ll draw the wick and pour the wax herself

Looking outside her door
It’s right next to the front yard
Everything she thought about
Why does life make it so hard?

She has to start wake up sooner than later
What she thought of can’t wait any longer
She has to live her life even if it’s alone
It’s time because she’s never been stronger

Looking outside her door
She hates playing pretend
A dream can be so real
Why wait for it to begin?

Is there a pillow you dream on?

I have one too
I have one too
I have one too