ferrydust

Her name was written on the photograph,
right next to her red, sunburnt face.
It all had happened in that long tall grass,
about a mile from her old place.
I can’t remember how it started and if it lasted that day in the sun.

We said that we were going to study hard;
we held our books instead of hands.
She held a blanket over cans of beer;
I can’t deny I was so full of fear.

It’s just another story caught up in another photograph I found.
And it seems like another person lived that life a great many years ago from now.

When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life,
I see so much magic though I missed it at the time.
When I look back on my ordinary ordinary, ordinary life,
I see so much magic though I missed it at the time.

And there’s the first time that I tried that stuff;
I think I look a little green.
I remember throwing up behind a bush,
and I found it hard to use my feet.
And who’s that easily led little boy who’s really off his head?

It was the same night that I kissed that girl —
the tall one with the auburn hair.
I remember laughing ‘cause to kiss me,
she had to sit down on a chair.
She tasted like the schnapps she’d drunk,
and the cigarette she’d stolen from her mum.

And it’s just another story caught up in another photograph I found.

When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life,
I see so much magic though I missed it at the time.
When I look back on my ordinary ordinary, ordinary life,
I see so much magic though I missed it at the time.