Casey caught my sleeve when it was hard for me to be alone   The hem of my sweater was just a couple of threads and when it   Started to unravel you twirled them in your hand      Casey, hold my hand again when I can't turn away   I'm longing for innocence, but now we know our age      Down at the mummers' play you brought your camera   You turned to me and then I saw my reflection   I saw myself just as I was when I lived life a little more each day   Doin' everythin' I was doin' more fearlessly      Now we know..      Casey hold my hand again when I can't turn away   I'm longing for innocence, but you're too young for me