Some people remember the first time / some can't forget the last / Some just select what they want to from the past / It's a song that you danced to in high school / it's a moon you tried to bring down / On a four-in-the-morning drive through the streets of town Come on come on, it's getting late now / Come on come on, take my hand / Come on come on, you just have to whisper / Come on come on, I will understand It's a photograph taken in Paris, at the end of the honeymoon In 1948, late in the month of June Your parents smile for the camera in sienna shades of light Now you're older than they were then that summer night Come on come on, it's getting late now Come on come on, take my hand Come on come on, you just have to whisper Come on come on, I will understand It's a need you never get used to, so fierce and so confused It's a loss you never get over the first time you lose And tonight I am thinking of someone, seventeen years ago We rode in his daddy's car down the river road Come on come on, it's getting late now Come on come on, take my hand Come on come on, you just have to whisper Come on come on, I will understand Come on come on, it's getting late now Come on come on, take my hand Come on come on, you just have to whisper Come on come on, I will understand Come on come on