Remember when we were kids
Those dogwood trees and rocket ships
The embers raked out in the yard
They looked a lot like burning stars
Fading and dimming like
People turning off their lights as
The city, so sickly sweet
Goes to sleep at night
Breathing, through paper lips
There was always something that I missed
My hands are older now
Wrinkled, cracked, and leather-bound
Those days if we had known
Where we'd end up would we still go
These pictures--the way we were
Burning out like embers
Remember when we were kids
Those dogwood trees and rocket ships
These pictures--the way we were
Burning out like embers
Burning out like embers
Burning out like embers