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