Green was the color of the grass where I used to read at Centennial Park

I used to think I would meet somebody there

Teal was the color of your shirt when you were sixteen at the yogurt shop

You used to work at to make a little money

Time

Curious time

Gave me no compasses

Gave me no signs

Were there clues I didn't see?

And isn't it just so pretty to think

All along there was some

Invisible string

Tying you to me?

Bad was the blood of the song in the cab on your first trip to LA

You ate at my favorite spot for dinner

Bold was the waitress on our three-year trip getting lunch down by the Lakes

She said I looked like an American singer

Time

Mystical time

Cutting me open, then healing me fine

Were there clues I didn't see?

And isn't it just so pretty to think

All along there was some

Invisible string

Tying you to me?

A string that pulled me

Out of all the wrong arms, right into that dive bar

Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire

Chains around my demons

Wool to brave the seasons

One single thread of gold tied me to you

Cold was the steel of my axe to grind for the boys who broke my heart

Now, I send their babies presents

Gold was the color of the leaves when I showed you around Centennial Park

Hell was the journey, but it brought me heaven

Time

Wondrous time

Gave me the blues and then, purple-pink skies

And it's cool

Baby, with me

And isn't it just so pretty to think

All along there was some

Invisible string

Tying you to me?