If I could reach and grab you like a book off of a dusty shelf
oh i'd take you to a quiet place and read you all by myself
i'd count the stitches in your neck and across your back (x2)
a child am i and scared to die so let us leave this town tonight
i'd carry you in my back pocket with the few things that i value
a thank you note, directions home, and several pictures of my mother
oh let us go away, oh let us go away