For Annabelle

If I want to walk home with you Hearing every word, thinking it's true In a barren field for us to cut through On our victory lap 'cross an old street cat That turns to stop and see you A small stone somewhere in your shoe All day long All day long Long The old folks wake up for the day Seeing the monsters have lingered from the past And a great bird is flying away From our family tree, something wrong with me Yeah, and I've got a secret or two Hiding somewhere but It won't, won't take long No, it won't take long Long