Casey caught my sleeve when it was hard for me to be alone

The hem of my sweater was just a couple of threads and when it

Started to unravel you twirled them in your hand



Casey, hold my hand again when I can't turn away

I'm longing for innocence, but now we know our age



Down at the mummers' play you brought your camera

You turned to me and then I saw my reflection

I saw myself just as I was when I lived life a little more each day

Doin' everythin' I was doin' more fearlessly



Now we know..



Casey hold my hand again when I can't turn away

I'm longing for innocence, but you're too young for me