When you and I were youngnman, we could runnthrough the fieldnunder the sunnnI was young and you were the only onenbehind that stone wall nwe couldn't go at allncopper heads, their nesting in their dennget bit by one of those things and you could end up deadnnyour poppa he would call us in off your front lawnnwhen the weather wanes he's calling us to comenI was young and you were the only onennI wrote you a letter oncenI mailed it to Michigannthat was the last I heard of you and ever sincenthe mailbox got knocked off, goddamn those rotten kidsnnDid I speak for you?nDid I invent you too?nyou have the look of a new girl's facenI was young I could have made some mistakesnand lately you know it seemsnthe memories they're just dreamsnand the flowers you picked, turned out they were weedsnyeah no buttercupsnand dandelion weedsnnYou and I were youngnman we could runnbut there was the only truthncould have been anyonenjust so happened that it was younnThis time, indeednfor once don't ceasenwe'll turn back eastnour backs against the setting sunnit's time for us to runnnWe're better wrongnI was young, and you were the only onenI was young, and you were the only one