Текст песни Centennial

This is skin You can wrap all of your arms and legs in An address that you know An envelope unfolds I'm writing to catch up We were small when we last met But the letters are unread She's heard it on cassette Taught to read And write at such an early age Passenger still She's got books on tape I'm running to catch up to the old VW They're leaning out the back You've never heard of fiction You've never heard of fact Way back when We met cause my parents Knew your parents Steady hands, easy friends All these designs Parading on the rooftops All this time, little kids Intrepids I'm running out of space So let me sum this up for you I'm only wishing well Though you won't believe me This coming Thursday evening Is our centennial