You Were Young

Tell me a story

Of when you were young

I'll sit and listen

Til the rise of the sun

Quiet disclosure

While he always tells

The deepest of secrets subjectively well

I hope it rains when you say my name

And your car's parked far

Step by step

I'll be that cloud left over your head

You might taste my tears

Might smell that salt air

But at once I could feel that

That old northeast wind

And it's getting better

Ohh—