If I could reach and grab you like a book off of a dusty shelf oh i'd take you to a quiet place and read you all by myself i'd count the stitches in your neck and across your back (x2) a child am i and scared to die so let us leave this town tonight i'd carry you in my back pocket with the few things that i value a thank you note, directions home, and several pictures of my mother oh let us go away, oh let us go away