All the young years that we spent
Home schooled and all the gospel speech
It was still a comfort to me
But treading lightly is a dream
Tread lightly in a dream
Tread lightly
Elmont, from a childhood streak
Our problems bore loud and free
Smoke from the pyre to the street
And treading lightly is a dream
Our country house in the city
Like bones we couldn't bury
It was still a comfort to me
But treading lightly is a dream