He brushed against my hand so lightly Waiting in a line I saw his wedding band and he saw mine, he saw mine Small talk in the driveway That's where it should have stopped But he said I know a place, I know a place And we went out to Castle Rock And every lie we told came easy For half a year or more Till we ran into some friends down on the shore, on the shore We said goodbye politely That's when we should have stopped But something called us back, always called us back Back to Castle Rock He found us by the sea that Sunday Lying in the sun We tried to keep him calm and drop his gun, drop his gun Crimson in the water Went to speak but could not talk We flew out above the land, flying hand in hand Out and over Castle Rock