This impossible fleeting feeling
They are struggling to unearth:
Part of its skull has emerged
And the archaeologists are cleaning off the dirt
When I'd drive away I'd call your house
And hear your voice before I reached the mountain
Young love is something that we get too old to understand
We are too old to understand
It's larvae, it's chapter one;
It's the prequel to everything I wish I hadn't done
I wish I hadn't done
I lay here seemingly unimagined
By the muses of my nostalgia
I am nowhere Kansas to their New England
Or just England
I am but a speck on a map
A road to pa** through;
A necessary stop at a highway toll booth
Holding hands in your mothers car
Pretending we were the first on mars
But the last to count on anyone
Just outside your house
Just outside your house
100 meters down that trail into the park:
Where you will find the last good thing left in my heart
If I had just held you a little longer
Or played the perfect song for you
I miss those vacant parking lots
Wasting gas just to get lost
We were two figures atop a mountain;
A spectacle to the surrounding houses
Young love is something that we get too old to understand
Beyond the tree roots and the topsoil;
Into the cold gritty ground it lays, it lays
I lay here seemingly unimagined
By the muses of my nostalgia
I am nowhere Kansas to their New England
Or just England
I am but a speck on a map, a road to pa** through;
A necessary stop at a highway toll booth
Holding hands in your mothers car
Pretending we were the first on mars
But the last to count on anyone
Just outside your house, Just outside your house
100 meters down that trail into the park:
Where you will find the last good thing left in my heart
If I had just held you a little longer or played the perfect song for you
I miss those vacant parking lots. Wasting gas just to get lost
All we were to your nosy neighbors , your nosy neighbors
Were two bodies of younger strangers, of younger strangers
This was my youth