Where we're playing by the river And climbing trees With friends I can't remember All with scabby knees Pictures of family secrets I'm glad I'm not involved in We posed for a family portrait When you were nine It hung on the walls of your bedroom Until you turned twenty-one It then grew old in a wooden box Along with pictures that we took in Rome It never felt right To hang them on a wall With pictures of school friends, Of city crowds Of ancient girlfriends Of family dogs Of that New Year's Eve party in 1994 Where we're playing by the river And climbing trees With friends I can't remember All with scabby knees Pictures of family secrets I'm glad I'm not involved in I found that portrait two weeks ago I hadn't seen it in years Were we ever that young? It was that whistling rivalry that made us strong Were we ever that young? Were we ever that young? END