Storeman, your eyes all watery white.
"Another long long night?" and you say
"Be careful riding that boy's bike in the dark."
"Don't worry, I'm not going far."

I was very very young and terribly in love
and not yet knowing that love alone may not be enough
to undo all the silly things I thought.
I thought you were God.

The night sky is peeling back her sheets.
The linen is lavender and underneath it I ride you bike.
The bike bar's cutting into my crotch.
I stand up and power-pedal on.

I was very very young and terribly in love,
not yet knowing that love alone may not be enough
to counter all the stupid things I thought.
I thought you were God.
I believed in you.

We still talk, we still talk a lot since the alarming discovery
that you were never God and we still love,
but the laughter's more sincere,
'cause it's speckled with your tears.

You were so young and terribly in love,
not yet knowing that love alone may not be enough
to undo all the secret things I thought.

I thought you were God.