There's a picture that I found
My first car in the falling snow
Seems like yesterday I drove down into low tide
And Isaac snapped a Polaroid
Of me pretending I was sinking
Pressed against the glass, pleading
I misplaced it, but I'm looking
When we are young
If only we could see beyond our fears
When we are free
We are lonely
If only we could know that in our stillness
We are growing
All the portraits we collected
While we were running around in the desert
We were trying to seem fulfilled
To rewrite our New York City narratives
But, Emily, we were utterly dejected
We took turns crying on the passenger side of America
Too clouded to be empowered by towering redwoods
When did we lose
The ancient truths?
Is it when we're born, bending our bodies' torques?
How can we spend our lives
Searching outside of ourselves
For the inner knowledge of our oneness with the world?
Sherman, remember when my car finally quit?
We'd drag our dirty clothes after dark
To Lavenderia and Wandergrama
Obsessing over singers we loved
I thought I was so alone, but now I know I never was
You've always been the Jenny to my Watson Twins
Can't land the harmony, but we'll keep singing it
No photographic artifact, but here is something better than that
When we are young
If only we could see beyond our fears
When we are free
We are lonely
If only we could know that in our stillness
We are still growing
When we are young
If only we could see beyond our fears
When we are free
We are lonely
If only we could know that in our stillness
We are still growing
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