There is something disappointing
Fighting a hope inside of me and
When I make light of indecision
Lose the ability to see
My barefoot in Bermuda grass Sunday Morning
Yellow light running down the cottonwood trees and
I used to know
I used to know
I used to know
I used to know
Looking back through all the lies I've
Told myself waiting for the scar so
Easy to evolve a cynical texture
Hiding elements of my own heart
Like sitting in the dark in my baby's room
And praying that he doesn't grow up too soon
I used to know
I used to know
I used to know
I used to know
The epic of life be still to ponder
Lest the Truth fade to memories of what
I used to know
I used to know
I used to know
I used to know
I used to know
I used to know
I used to know
I used to know