I fell in love for the first time again
I kept a secret and called it my friend
Touching your arm at the towpath's end
Sinking my teeth in your stem
Will you stitch up my good times, cerulean thread?
Paint me a likeness in firehouse red
Pour out your oils at the foot of my bed
Trace down the wires in my head
Dreamed a good dream where I drank from your jug
Arching your back on the cowhide rug
Jar full of displaced lightning bugs
Lit up the crossbeams above
I picked up your guitar and put on your wings
Plugged in your Plexi and tuned up your strings
Kissed off my nightmares and childish things
Drew wide my mouth to sing
Now, here's my summertime boy on the street by the beach
I know sooner or later, he'll slip out to sea
But oh, my God, how he rolls down the window
To wave "Hi" to me
