Leave No Trace

The sun is on my back You're sitting in your favorite chair A train a wooden track A baby in his underwear I'm already nostalgic for these days Lucky if we spend one more this way Leave no trace Or is it the other way around I'm leaving my mark on you Tracing leaves Some of which have never touched the ground What a bittersweet thing to do But that's what makes it true We'll walk a secret trail The sand is dirty but it's only ours A plastic shovel and a yellow pail Buried treasure: stones and little cars I'm not ready to grow out of this Leave no trace Or is it the other way around I'm betting my heart on you Tracing leaves Some of which have never touched the ground What a bittersweet thing to do But that's what makes it Leave no trace Or is the other way around You're leaving your mark on me Tracing leaves Some of which have never touched the ground Like a promise that you'll half-keep But that's what makes it sweet Like honey from an stinging bee A hammock in a leaning tree A flower in a chilly breeze The irony's not lost on me That we'll get lost Fifty feet from where we'll always be I'm already nostalgic for these days