The time was 'then'
And the walls downstairs wore a different paint
A lot of choices to make and I chose not to wait
Days billowed in my wake
I think of that in little moments when I break
I might be waiting in line, I might be cracking an egg
I chose not to wait
The time was 'then'
And someone that I love, we can call him 'Pap',
Said "everything that you do is another feather in your cap"
About as plain as that
I think of it in certain things that I do
Sometimes I'm shaking hands sometimes I'm tying my shoes
Another feather in my cap
'Then' is like a long tall shadow to me
'Then' is like a star moving
'Then' is just shorthand for "I'm afraid that I might be changing"
The time was 'then'
And a lot like now it was passing
And a lot like smoke it would heave in an upturned glass
Not much to say and less to do
No roadmaps yet, just 'then' and 'you'
And some feathers in my cap
'Then' is like a long tall shadow to me
'Then' is like a star moving
'Then' is just shorthand for "I'm afraid that I might be changing"
'Then' is like a long tall shadow to me
'Then' is like a star moving
