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