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(Verse 1) |
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I once dreamt of brown stone building with a front porch |
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Mandevilla vine wound around the rungs |
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Summer dress on a bedroom floor |
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You pressed close enough to me to feel the breath in my lungs |
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Until we walk down Lyndale |
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Almost lockstep |
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Not too slow |
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But, just enough for progress |
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Time was wasted debating all of them odds and ends |
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Ain't no floating this river, baby, we gotta swim |
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You were born in July |
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I was born December 19, 1980-Orwell |
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The years came and they went |
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But the chains of events |
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Sparked a change in the wind |
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And now we're sharing a doorbell? |
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We returned to the haven that we created |
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And later we laid in the shade with lemonade in the backyard |
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The sun faded and when i looked at the paper |
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It's twenty years in the future |
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I knew we would make it that far |
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(Chorus) |
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I knew that we would make it that far (x8) |
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(Verse 2) |
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I once dreamt of a blonde haired girl beneath the bus stop |
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When we were both still young and eyes bright |
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Somebody told me that she lived around the corner |
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I was knocking on her door like, "Hey do you wanna ride bikes?" |
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Those summers always seemed to smother under winter |
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My mother would make me bundle up with gloves to cover up my fingers |
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But she had none, when we were playing make believe |
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And when I tried to hold her hand |
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That's when she ran away from me |
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Damn |
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Well that was my first bee sting |
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Next few years tried to find her each spring |
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But these things rarely ever come to closure |
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Never got her new address before she left for Minnesota |
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I don't suppose you know her and it's just coincidence |
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But if it's what I think it is then this is just the start |
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The only difference is I never really knew her |
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Til twenty years in the future |
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But knew we would make it this far |
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(Chorus) |
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I knew that we would make it that far (x8) |
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I once dreamt and the world wondered when I planned to wake |
