Walking in your tap dancer shoes
In a minister's footsteps
We were two brothers at arms
Full of self-serious concepts
A bond of blue or of green
You taught me not to sweat the small things
And when your veins course with Indiana rains
That's nearly all things

And it's so, so long
I guess I'll see you never
It's so, so far
We thought that we could go

Sick of drinking Bushwick tea
For a spring and a summer
Left the Kingdom behind
For a Wildflower Runner
It's been a pleasant surprise
To find that time has been a suture
Oh Belle, for all that's behind
How could we ever fear the future

And it's so, so long
I guess I'll see you never
It's so, so far
We thought that we could go