sometimes

trace back to where you were before

to those days back when but nevermore

in the glow of light we crossed the street

to that place shrouded in mystery

in the lonely nights

i've wanted all of you

for the longest time

hard to speak the truth

sometimes

and we drove up north to baltimore

where the fires burned but nevermore

and we dredged the scraps of our buried souls

for the young at heart

or so it goes

so it goes

in the lonely nights

i've wanted all of you

for the longest time

hard to speak the truth

sometimes