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.