When you were a child, You were a tomboy And your mother laughed at the serious way That you looked at her And from your window at night There were the star's little fires And the armory lights You were tracing the lines Of a globe with your fingers: Cool rivers, white wastes Desert shores, and the forest green And a limitless life In the breath of each tide And each bright mountain, rising But now the boys are away, And such kicks they are having; Slashing away at the forest walls, With their bitter knives. Sparks bloom in their eyes, And they never look tired. Will they never look tired? On cliffs that tower from the rising seas Their bonfire glow Where a tiger lies And, cleaning their weapons, They laugh at his useless Claws, and all: It is a beautiful night To be born to this life And grind his every bone to powder! Do you remember Do you remember She carried you down to the edge Of the dark river and said: Though the water is wide, You will never grow tired You are bound to your life Like a mother and child. You will cling to your life Like a suckering vine And like the rest of our kind You will increase And increase Past all of our dreaming Horse without rider Lungs without breathing Day without light Song without singing A song...

I've these dreams I'm Walking home Home when it used to be And everything is As it was Frozen in front of me Here I stand Six feet small Romanticizing years ago It's a bitter sweet feeling hearing "Wrapped Around Your Finger" on the Radio And these days I wish I was 6 again Oh make me a red cape I wanna be Superman Oh, if only my life was more like 1983 All these things would be more like they were at the Start of me Had it made in 83 Thinking bout my brother Ben I miss him every day He looks just like his brother John But on an 18 month delay Here I stand 6 feet small And smiling cause I'm scared as hell Kind of like my life is like a sequel to a movie Where the actor's names have changed Well, well these days I wish I was six again Oh make me a red cape I wanna be Superman Oh, if only my life was more like 1983 All these things would be more like they were at the Start of me If my life was more like 1983 I'd plot a course to the source of the purest little part of me And most my memories Have escaped me Or confused themselves with dreams If heaven's all we want it to be Send your prayers to me Care of 1983 You can paint that house a rainbow of colors Rip out the floorboards Replace the shutters but That's my plastic in the dirt Whatever happened to my Whatever happened to my Whatever happened to my lunchbox When came the day that it got Thrown away and don't you think I should have had some say In that decision If only my life If only my life If only my life If only my life If only my life If only my life If only my life If only my life

I'm writing you, to catch you up on places I've been And you held this letter Probably got excited But there's nothing else inside it Didn't have a camera by my side this time Hoping I would see the world through both my eyes Maybe I will tell you all about it When I'm in the mood to lose my way with words Today, skies are painted colors of a cowboy cliche And strange how clouds that look Like mountains in the sky Are next to mountains anyway Didn't have a camera by my side this time Hoping I would see the world through both my eyes Maybe I will tell you all about it When I'm in the mood to lose my way but let me say You should have seen that sunrise with your own eyes It brought me back to life You'll be with me next time I go outside No more 3 by 5's I guess You had to be there I guess You had to be with me Oh today, I finally overcame Tryin' to fit the world inside a picture frame Maybe I will tell you all about it When I'm in the mood to lose my way but let me say You should have seen that sunrise with your own eyes It brought me back to life You'll be with me next time I go outside No more 3 by 5's, just no more 3 by 5's