Some people
Remember the first time

Some can't forget the last
Some just select
What they want to
From the past

It's a song you danced
To in high school
It's a moon
You tried to bring down
On a four in the morning drive
Through the streets of town

Come on, come on
It's getting late now
Come on, come on
Take my hand
Come on, come on
You just have to whisper
Come on, come on
I will understand

It's a photograph
Taken in Paris
At the end of the honeymoon
In 1948
Late in the month of June

Your parents smile
For the camera
In sienna shades of light
Now you're older than they were then
That summer night

Come on, come on
It's getting late now
Come on, come on
Take my hand
Come on, come on
You just have to whisper
Come on, come on
I will understand
It's a need you never get used to
So fierce and so confused
It's a loss you never
Get over the first time
You lose

Tonight I am thinking of someone
Seventeen years ago
We rode in his daddy's car
Down the River Road
Come on, come on
It's getting late now
Come on, come on
Take my hand
Come on, come on
You just have to whisper
Come on, come on
I will understand
Come on, come on
It's getting late now
Come on, come on
Take my hand
Come on, come on
You just have to whisper
Come on, come on