If we were kids again we'd hang out almost everyday
Running through woods at dawn finding the magic in things
You'd help me climb the trees, holding me up to the top of the branches
You'd open your book to read the story that felt like we were already in
Where you're the king of the apple trees
In the orchard where I'd come to eat
Where we'd pull the wings off bees
To build a bed in the top of the barn
Humming through grass we'd sing out in the fields with the wind in our ears
Where nights are long and in the day you'd paint and I'd write about outer space
Where I'm the queen of the creek and the banks where you would come to drink
Swimming through birch and bark, I'd tell you my secrets of how I can fly
And I'll show you how tonight over bread and some white wine on ice
And I'll draw a bath and we'll cram in
And we'll write this story as it begins
Where I'm the queen of those apple trees by the banks where we would go to eat
And on the bus we're still living in the pages of our book that we have written
And as if the wheels have turned to wings
Traveled back to our world filled with birch trees & broken barns