I once dreamt of brown stone building with a front porch 
 Mandevilla vine wound around [bad word] 
 Summer dress on a bedroom floor 
 You pressed close enough to me to feel the breath in my lungs 
 Until we walk down Lyndale 
 Almost lockstep 
 Not too slow 
 But, just enough for progress 
 Time was wasted debating all of them odds and ends 
 Ain't no floating this river, baby, we gotta swim 
 You were born in July 
 I was born December 19, 1980-Orwell 
 The years came and they went 
 But the chains of events 
 Sparked a change in the wind 
 And now we're sharing a doorbell? 
 We returned to the haven that we created 
 And later we laid in the shade with lemonade in the backyard 
 The sun faded and when i looked at the paper 
 It's twenty years in the future 
 I knew we would make it that far 

 i once dreamt of a blonde haired girl beneath the bus stop 
 When we were both still young and eyes bright 
 Somebody told me that she lived around the corner 
 I was knocking on her door like, "Hey do you wanna ride bikes?" 
 Those summers always seemed to smother under winter 
 My mother would make me bundle up with gloves to cover up my fingers 
 But she had none, when we were playing make believe 
 And when I tried to hold her hand 
 That's when she ran away from me 
 [bad word] 
 Well that was my first bee sting 
 Next few years tried to find her each spring 
 But these things rarely [bad word] to closure 
 Never got her new address before she left for Minnesota 
 I don't suppose you know her and it's just coincidence 
 But if it's what I think it is then this is just the start 
 The only difference is I never really knew her 
 Til twenty years in the future 
 But knew we would make it this far 

 I once dreamt and the world wondered when I planned to wake