I will sneak you off of the back-porchnLet the grasses bend in our breezenWe'll parade our whistling wily waysnLightning flies nobbling our kneesnBehold the glownnSo, am I living too late?nAnd wasn't this night a well-rehearsednA set-verse that spoke of your facennAnd know the river won't waitnYou say this, you say, ohnYou say:nI think that we oughta go nightswimming,nnThis night fills me upnI'm a pocketnWater above, water belownLift my arm, now leave it danglingnWatch, the land turns away from the harsh shorenI've read this beforennSo, am I living too late?nAnd wasn't this night, oh, set to versenAnd well-rehearsednAnd then set to song?nAnd have I waited too long?nnDon't let our youth go to wastenCome onnSay that you wanna go, oh, nightswimming