Cause here we are again on that little town street. You almost ran the red cause you were looking over me. Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well.
You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin size bed And your mother's telling stories bout you on the T-ball team. You tell me about your past thinking your future was me.
I walked through the door with you. It was cold, but something about it felt like home somehow, and I Left my scarf there at your sister's house And you still got it in your drawer even now.
Oh, your sweet disposition And my wide eyed gaze, We're singing in a car getting lost upstate. The autumn leaves falling down like pieces in their place And I can picture it after all these days, And I know it's long gone, and that magic's not here no more.
