Jets To Brazil - One Summer Last Fall

kid i held you with these arms that felt so hard
you kept your chin up and i held my guard
made a prison bed from a life i never led
let me correct these mistakes you delight in

God i hope i get it right ive been practicing tonight
kid i hope it holds soime fraction of its feeling
if you keep believing then ill keep on being

a ghost in his prison bed short sheeted and shook dead
looking at love he still hasnt made yet

that i couldnt make to you baby, i can barely move
kid you were wrong that wasnt me in that song
you write the lie youd like to be
when your life feels like a book you wouldnt read

kid ive lived through others i made myself so mall
i lived through a record one summer last fall
the singer said something i could only feel
i saw him this morning he still looked real real

God i need him here tonight
i just know hed get this right