Invisible String

Green was the color of the grass

Where I used to read at Centennial Park

I used to think I would meet somebody there

Teal was the color of your shirt

When you were 16 at the yogurt shop

You used to work at to make a little money

Time, curious time

Gave me no compasses

Gave me no signs

Were there clues I didn't see?

And isn't it just so pretty to think

All along there was some

Invisible string tying you to me?

Bad was the blood of the song

In the cab on your first trip to LA

You ate at my favorite spot for dinner

Bold was the waitress on our three-year trip

Getting lunch down by the lake

She said I looked like an American singer

Time, mystical time

Cutting me open, then healing me fine

Were there clues I didn't see?

And isn't it just so pretty to think

All along there was some

Invisible string tying you to me?

Cold was the steel of my axe

To grind for the boys who broke my heart

Now I send their babies presents

Gold was the color of the leaves

When I showed you around Centennial Park

Hell was the journey, but it brought me to heaven

Time, wondrous time gave me the blues

And then purple pink skies and it's cool, baby, with me

And isn't it just so pretty to think

All along there was some

Invisible string?