In the beginning of time
At the start of our lives
We were moody but hopeful and green
Introduced to the night
The traditional lines
Set on digging up clause in the feeling
Trying to shake itself loose
Adding salt to the wound
Out of the brew to the Dark Age
Writing a note on my phone
To remind you tomorrow
New keys for a new cage
And there are alternate ways
To see it
If you mean it
I wouldn't hurt anyone younger than me
(I thought you were showing me a home)
It's the open garage
And the pre-dawn back yard
Dark enough that you can't see a thing
Getting stretched through the years
Like the lobes of the ears
Sing along along to the same old theme
She believes in the truth
And the frolic of youth
She wears it like a badge now
Writing a note on my phone
To remind you tomorrow
I thought you were showing me a home

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