Casey caught my sleeve when it was hard for me to be alone
The hem of my sweater was just a couple of threads and when it
Started to unravel you twirled them in your hand
Casey, hold my hand again when I can't turn away
I'm longing for innocence, but now we know our age
Down at the mummers' play you brought your camera
You turned to me and then I saw my reflection
I saw myself just as I was when I lived life a little more each day
Doin' everythin' I was doin' more fearlessly
Now we know
Casey hold my hand again when I can't turn away
I'm longing for innocence, but you're too young for me