He was 14, 15, 16 dreaming of the deep and green
Leaving nights of mischief
Then he met a bland lass odd bright bursts and broken glass
Find a new direction
But he just couldn't know
Retrospect is never shown
Now he's floating downstream
Draw another day dream, from a picture frame
Direction had to change
But he just couldn't know about a picture frame
Retrospect is never shown direction had to change
He was living out his teens running hands through deep and green
Absorbing every mischief
Forgetting days with bland lass riding bursts and broken glass
On a new direction
But he just couldn't know
Retrospect is never shown
But he just couldn't know about a picture frame
Retrospect is never shown direction had to change
Woah, woah, woah, woah
But he just couldn't know about a picture frame
Retrospect is never shown direction had to change
But he just couldn't know
Retrospect is never shown