When you used to sing me songs
I was James Dean and you were love
And wind flowed through our hair
Past a highway sign that read: ‘see ya later’.
When you used to run your hand
Across the front summertime chest
I’d look you up and down
Until we’d both run all round.
When you called me that last time
I was a million miles away
There was static playing on every line
And my voice was in a tin can.
Now, when you come to my mind
You’ve still got those wild daises in your hand
Your smile is the size of the sun
Where we’ve both just begun.