There's a street sign
With a warning
Our initials carved in too
Makes me think of
Early morning
Early summer mid june
Have no worries but I worried
Was I worrying too soon
Did I count all my blessings
There's a lamppost
On your corner
Makes the moonlight feel small
Took my hand and
Started dancing
Like there's no one else at all
Am I dreaming
Was I dreaming
No I really can't recall
Didn't count all my blessings
Now I'm falling
Falling to my knees
Can't recall the last time that I heard your name
Now I don't know you at all
And maybe it's fine our initials are all that remains
And you didn't know me at all
And maybe it's fine, at least you were mine
On mahogany lane
There's a maple
Leaning over
Comes in closer to hold
She protects us, or neglects us
In her shade it turns cold
And I worried, were we buried under words already told
Should've counted my blessings
Now I'm falling, falling to my knees
And I cry, if only I held to your name
Now I don't know you at all
And maybe it's fine our initials are all that remains
And you didn't know me at all
And maybe it's fine, at least you were mine
On mahogany lane