I learned to say these words long before I knew
just what they meant
And I know you're good at keeping secrets
Well I'm better at wearing them out for the world to see
So take that old cracked photograph
and tuck it away
Well knowing you it takes most of the bottle
to get half of the truth
But if you care
keep this to yourself
I will tell you all about
the last twenty-something years
of heartache and deception
of boredom and redemption
I learned to write these words long before I knew
just what they meant
And you can have a photographic memory
it still won't bring it back
it still won't bring us back
But if you care
keep this to yourself
I will tell you all about
how we got left behind
So take another picture
for someone else to find