WORDSCasey 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. |