Faded Frames

Leather wallet on the desk,

paper edges worn and grey

A frozen frame of nine-year-olds on a summer afternoon play

I kept it through the college years,

the high-rise and the fame

But fifteen winters came and went since I last spoke your name

Then a cursor blinked on a screen so bright Your name in

black and white (oh no) I grabbed my keys,

threw off my coat And drove into the night

And the photograph in the wallet is fading to dust

But it holds the boy that I used to trust

Before the money and the city took the wild from my chest

Yeah, the photograph in the wallet

knows me the best

(oh, knows me the best)

I crossed the county line at dawn,

the playgrounds were so small

The old oak tree behind the school where we would climb and

fall

But standing in the quiet rain,

the truth began to clear

The boy I lost fifteen years ago was never waiting here

It wasn't you who disappeared into the busy crowd

It wasn't you who traded dreams for talking fast and loud (it

was me) (it was always me)

And the photograph in the wallet is fading to dust

But it holds the boy that I used to trust

Before the money and the city took the wild from my chest

Yeah, the photograph in the wallet

knows me the best (oh,

knows me the best)

Just a faded paper square

(faded square) And the boy who's standing there...