Oh don't speak dirty things (?)
I know you feel like we can go inside
We can talk in private here
Tell me now of how they used to be
But I'm not crazy I'm just a little boy
And you're not crazy you're just a little girl

We can find an old boxcar
In the woods to make our home
We can make a broom of weeds
And brush and sweep daddi's away

We were banned to being small
You be ill with so much guilt
But we've assume that they got better now
But I'm not crazy I'm just a little boy
And you're not crazy you're just a little girl

We can find an old boxcar
In the woods to make our home
Make a bed of maple leaves
Sleep with doves on the door
On the sill what we need
Keep our milk in the stream
We can make a broom weeds
And brush and sweep daddi's away