Left for Denver

What time was it

When you were only 18 years old

You crossed the street, you crossed your legs

You came across a little cold

And it was all, it was all

Fallin' apart (fallin' apart)

What time, what time was it

When you were in the 8th grade

You brought the bikes up to the high school

You spiked the Gatorade

And it was all for, for the weekend

It was all, all still falling apart

I didn't say you'd be better off if you quit

Everyone left as you held on longer than the rest

What made you leave? And when you did you left for Denver

Why? What did you know that I did not?

That I did not?

Oh is it one, or is it two

Or is it three kids now?

They mark the time, they draw the lines

Around your eyelids now

And is it all still, for the weekend?

Is it all, all still falling apart?

I didn't say you'd be better off if you quit

Everyone left as you held on longer than the rest

What made you leave? And when you did you left for Denver

Why? What did you know that I did not?

That I did not?