Grass has grown green over the spot that I lay A place for you and your lover to stand and to stay You are home I have grown quiet like things that I bought that catch all the dust from the fan in your room You are home You're all that I can't find. Samuel, don't grow old. Don't touch my skin you'll read me like Braille (I'm) the lit cigarette that you tried and you failed To stomp out And I will receive morse code from the rain I think something's telling me no one will stay In my home Samuel, don't grow old. You're all that I can't find. I'm asking Where were you I'm asking Where were you Samuel, don't grow old.