She bought a bottle of cider 
From the shop on the corner 
They didn't stop her 
Thought she was older 
She took a bus ride 
To a name and a number 
house full of music 
And a hatful of wonder 

And some of the people 
That she thought that she knew 
Were never like this 
When she saw them at school 
She's never been anywhere like this before 
Everybody's so out of control 

She was in a back room 
Full of strange aromas 
And noises and candles 
That was where he found her 

He took her to a garden 
Full of rain and silence 
And she could smell the soil and the trees 
And see the succulent light from the little fires in his eyes 
Pulling shapes out of the night 
She was enchanted 

Then it's twelve o'clock 
And the last bus is gone 
They're gonna go crazy 
When they hear what she's done 
And higher is lower 
And less is like more 
She's never felt anything like this before, 

And then it was yesterday 
He said, "Oh, by the way"  [bad word] to your first party..."