Where we're playing by the
river And climbing trees
With friends I can't remember
All with scabby knees
Pictures of family secrets I'm
glad I'm not involved in
We posed for a family portrait
when you were nine
hung on the walls of your
bedroom until you turned
twenty one
It then grew old in a wooden box
Along with pictures that we took
in Rome
It never felt right to hang them
on a wall
With pictures of school friends
Of city crowds Of ancient
girlfriends Of family dogs
Of that New Year's Eve party in
1994
Where we're playing by the river
And climbing trees
With friends I can't remember
All with scabby knees
Pictures of family secrets I'm
glad I'm not involved in
I found that portrait two weeks
ago
I hadn't seen it in years
Were we ever that young
It was that whistling rivalry
that made us strong
Were we ever that young
Were we ever that young