He brushed against my hand so lightly
Waiting in a line
I saw his wedding band and he saw mine, he saw mine
Small talk in the driveway
That's where it should have stopped
But he said I know a place, I know a place
And we went out to Castle Rock
And every lie we told came easy
For half a year or more
Till we ran into some friends down on the shore, on the shore
We said goodbye politely
That's when we should have stopped
But something called us back, always called us back
Back to Castle Rock
He found us by the sea that Sunday
Lying in the sun
We tried to keep him calm and drop his gun, drop his gun
Crimson in the water
Went to speak but could not talk
We flew out above the land, flying hand in hand
Out and over Castle Rock
