Sitting quiet, writing lists Of old times, what you miss In the dark a stolen kiss Or the sprinklers gentle mist Neighbor Sherry makes a wish Hope their futures not like this 'Cause I want better for my kids Oh, to be proud of what they did I imagine nothing's wrong Drinking tea out on the lawn With this blanket grandma knit Now I'm thinking, yeah, this is it Little Charlie's blowing out Candles while her parents shout Hard to choose how to use this Wish for something to someday miss Like a stolen kiss, or the gentle mist A stolen kiss, or the gentle mist A stolen kiss, or the gentle mist