I will sneak you off of the back-porch

Let the grasses bend in our breeze

We'll parade our whistling wily ways

Lightning flies nobbling our knees

Behold the glow

So, am I living too late?

And wasn't this night a well rehearsed?

A set-verse that spoke of your face

And know the river won't wait

You say this, you say, oh

You say:

"I think that we oughta go nightswimming,"

This night fills me up

I'm a pocket

Water above, water below

Lift my arm, now leave it dangling

Watch, the land turns away from the harsh shore

I've read this before

So, am I living too late?

And wasn't this night, oh, set to verse

And well-rehearsed

And then set to song?

And have I waited too long?

Don't let our youth go to waste

Come on

Say that you wanna go, oh, nightswimming