I found a photograph
Of you and I in black and white
With our heads down below
The Sacramento sun

Your eyes were taking pictures
While my face was speaking volumes
About mysteries and things
I'd left undone

And the pickup truck behind us
He is waiting for the right-of-way
But we're walking slow
And stepping on all the cracks

To punkass college dropouts
With no hell below us, stars above us
Looking for no future
Belonging to no past

Well I've got tapes from lazy afternoons
When you still wanted to play the blues
And I would sing them
'Cause it's all that I could ever think to do

So how are things in your little world
You know I'd call if I could find the time
And I would write you
But I do not have the patience

And maybe still it's better
That this distance lies between us
For in distance there is magic
And I thought I'd lost it all

But I just left it in this box behind my winter clothes
And I found it on this random rainy day
And the smell reminds me how it felt
To be so young...and dumb

Just waiting on some sturdy wind
To blow us to some place
We might belong
Might belong