Smoking your mother's cigarettes Writings, talking tough You could have told me anything I wanted to believe With a powder-blue guitar your face turned away, you would sing for me A song so filled with pain Oh, the guts and the shame And I wonder if I ever cross your mind Oh I wonder if you ever miss that time Lying on your single bed Sneaking out, after dark Seeing things through your eyes I was on your side You started a mighty fire Throwing colours, bearing light It burned bright in my eyes I had to look away And I wonder if I ever cross your mind Oh, I wonder if you ever miss that time Oh, I wanted you to feel that you were loved Oh, I wanted you to know I think of you still