It All Started on the Playground...

(ooh) Stephen fell down

on the gravel playground floor

The line moved on,

they didn't look back anymore

But Amelia stopped,

held out a helping hand

With a cold blue ice pack,

she made him understand

And they grew closer,

day after day

Learning things in their own special way

He taught her tricks,

little jokes to make her smile

She made the school lessons simple for a while

Oh, we found our rhythm

Then came the summer,

the air was warm and bright

But Texas called him,

a sudden heavy flight

She felt her heart break,

the shadows growing tall

So she held tightly to the sweetest days of all

He handed her a small mechanical pencil Saying,

write your dreams, make them beautiful and real

That was the last time their eyes would ever meet But the

lead still writes our story on the sheet

I still use the pencil you left behind (your smile

in my mind)

Yeah, that was the last time we met eyes