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Those high school sweetheart days we loved,

                we fit together hand and glove.

                We sang in sunsets spilling gold

                I can't believe the songs we wrote.

                We hid behind the graveyard fence

                your searching kiss was so intense

                and my hearbeat skipped and whirled,

                oh you were a good time girl.

                You mothered me just like a boy

                I smothered you just like a toy.



                We were young and living dreams

                happy with our destiny.

                In the heat we'd sing a toast

                to King and Taylor's lyric rotes,

                we sang two heart harmony

                and in the chorus our souls would meet.



                One on one a sculpture carved

                together we were modern art.

                A model for the world to see

                we'd sing of change with words of peace.

                We were clean and music deep

                just like moonlight on the sea.

                We lived the fairy tales of hope

                the brand new home the future wrote.

                We built great plans for future tasks

                working on the dreams to last.



                Those growing years we spent together

                we thought they'd go on forever.

                But the nature of the boy

                singing songs telling stories

                opened doors beyond the stage

                here tommorrow gone today.

                When the praises came to rest

                I tried to fight them with my best

                but the change from boy to man

                blankets over younger plans.



                The years upon your throbbing breast

                have stayed with me at heart no less.

                But I booked away to other spoils

                the freedom from our midnight oil.

                Now I sing the tavern shift

                a folksey rover with a gift.

                But there's a lost and unheard verse

                that can't explain our love and work

                So I play us but there's no you,

                just smoke filled rooms and jaundice booze.



                When it comes down to the truth

                there was no gamble in our youth.

                Swept away by rushing tides

                we filled the needs we craved inside.

                But changes flow from buried streams

                and surface in the thoughts we breed.

                So now it's over past the end

                In the chorus I hear a friend.



                We were young and living dreams

                happy with our destiny.

                In the heat we'd sing a toast

                to King and Taylor's lyric rotes.

                We sang two heart harmony

                and in the chorus our souls would meet.