looking at some
old photographs,
found one of us as kids
you were wearin my ballerina costume,
tryin to do your best plie
you in the pink,
i in navy blue...
two decades later nuthin's changed
now i'm thinking
of you
on the farm in costa rica
wearin flowers in your hair
and i can't wait for you to come home...
you'll laugh through your stories,
i'll admire your brown skin,
and you'll tell me of the waterfall you saw my face in,
and i'll tell you how i fell in love
while you were gone
and how wonderful it all has been.
yes it has.
and i'll look at you, and i'll
see every reason
to have faith in this human race.
i emulate you though i'm older,
you make my world a better place.
i often think of
that night down in virginia,
we held each other tight,
cried with all our might
about the pain and the anger,
we were too late to fight for you,
you were so brave.
you give me
reason
to have faith in this silly race,
i emulate you though i'm older,
you make my world
the sea is in
the air today,
memories of us down by the bay.
now backyard games become drinkin games,
jokes are better when we are high
but our love is still the same.
i emulate you.
looking at some
recent photographs,
found one of us in maine.
i'm wearin the dress you made (for) me.
you're a corduroy boy,
with locks of dread,
you're a little phishhead,
and we danced until the band went home,
when the music stopped,
we made our own.
now i'm back in front of this microphone
singin you give me reason
to have faith in this silly race.
i emulate you
though i'm older,
you make my world a better,
bearable,
more beautiful place.
where backyard games become drinkin games,
jokes are better when we are high