The boy that smiled at me across the way
Would steal my whispers and throw at my feet
The answers to the dreams he'd never meet.
He told me he would not lead me astray,
The way I had that solemn yesterday.
The yellow line was not to touch our feet.
There were so many rules we had to keep
But as young children we would find a way.

I let my brother die across the road.
Mother never forgave me so I sit
Outside and wait for him to come on back
And watch him throw all of the tales untold.
On meeting God I'm pretty sure he quit. 
We sit outside until the sky is black.