We were seventeen years old
Here and now it almost feels like oceans have moved
Since you and I had roamed through Pennsylvania
And the mythology of youth is overloaded with metaphors
Hell, I know babe it's been said before
I know we're not kids anymore
But I want to be young like you
Don't want to be sad like me
I want to feel easy streets and hear those soft, sexy beats
And now we're twenty-three years old
Drunk inside a B-grade bar in Chelsea
Singing thunder road because I know it impresses you when I take risks
Yeah, let me take you by your wrist
So it isn't as glamorous as we thought
Is it? I don't see cameras just the scar tissue
And as beautiful as we are
Ephemeral in the dark
I can feel the air increase between us
Levitating past the blinking beacon
How can I explain the way I feel?
Sometimes I feel like running
Let's take the train to Montauk
Eternal sunshine, real talk
Or we could find an old van
And we could ride that interstate
Let's go to Coney Island
In the dead of winter
We'll use our Metro cards and get our money's worth
We'll meet in the subway
We'll ride it every Sunday
I'll kiss you through our ski masks
And we will raid the pantries
Of every restaurant in the village
Cook a meal so big
It could kill us
I know it's silly
But this is my idea of breaking all the rules
But you're so hopped up
From the moment
I can't find my way to you
Well, honey you lied
Honey, you lied
And honey, I'm blind
Well, honey you lied