There was a time we hid things away for nobody to find
Doodling on tennis shoes in the sunlight striking on matches fighting on mattresses
Then California was a light in your eye you wanted to generate the nations supply
Held my proverbial hand through the proverbial tunnel
The swelling will not go down but maybe the sun will
Tore up the papers maybe a hundred never collapsed on myself but the sun did
You couldn't even know everything that you wanted
You wanted to breathe easier than you once did
You wanted to leave me you wanted to stay
You wanted to believe in me in all the different ways
You wanted passion from the mouth of a dragon
There was a time when maybe that could have happened
Today there is nothing that is not a non-option