Well you called but you never did knock Well you called but my ears they were busy and blocked So I leaned on the door, fell asleep standing tall And dreamt that your fist might awake me And the young we can drift far from home But we never can get very far all alone On a tower, in a cave Just a credit card away I can't seem to outgrow my history When I die, leave a stone on my grave That's the place to remember my face When I die, leave a stone on my grave Leave a stone on my grave to remember She extended her laugh writing fiction in photographs Fake 'cause it's tape, but more real than unseen Then she stares at her shape every day like a ghost Who's haunting his son before heaven There are people I still like to know And I few who I wouldn't be sad to see go But I'm stuck on an aisle that's charted and known And these bridges won't burn on their own Oh and boy, baby boy only seventeen years seventeen Oh and boy, baby boy, it's five less than me Oh and I know so much less than it seems Oh but I can admit to the nothing I've seen