It's the need you never get used to
So fierce and so confused
It's the loss you never get over
The first time you lose.

Some people remember the first time
Some can't forget the last
Some just select what they want to
From the past

It's that song that you danced to in high school
It's the moon you tried to bring down
On a four in the morning drive
Through the streets of town.

Come on, come on
It's getting late now
Come on come on
Take my hand
Come on, come on
You just have to whisper
Come on, come on
I will understand.

It's a photograph taken in Paris
At the end of the homeymoon
In 1948, late in the month of June
Your parents smiled for the camera
In sienna shades of light
Now you're older than they were then
That summer night.

Come on, come on
It's getting late now
Come on, come on
Take my hand
Come on, come on
You just have to whisper
Come on come on
I will understand.

It's the need you never get used to
So fierce and so confused
It's the loss you never get over
The first time you lose.

Tonight I'm thinking of someone
Seventeen years ago
We drove in his daddy's car
Down the river road.

Come on, come on
It's getting late now
Come on, come on
Take my hand
Come on, come on
You just have to whisper
Come on, come on
I will understand.

Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
I will understand.