Green was the color of the grass
Where I used to read
At Centennial Park
I used to think
I would meet somebody there
Teal was the color of your shirt
When you were sixteen
At the yogurt shop
You used to work at
To make a little money
Time curious time
Gave me no compasses
Gave me no signs
Were there clues I didn't see
And isn't it just
So pretty to think
All along there was some
Invisible string
Tying you to me
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Bad was the blood
Of the song in the cab
On your first trip to LA
You ate at my favorite
Spot for dinner
Bold was the waitress
On our three-year trip
Getting lunch down by the Lakes
She said I looked like
An American singer
Time mystical time
Cutting me open
Then healing me fine
Were there clues I didn't see
And isn't it just
So pretty to think
All along there was some
Invisible string
Tying you to me
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
A string that pulled me
Out of all the wrong arms
Right into that dive bar
Something wrapped all of my past
Mistakes in barbed wire
Chains around my demons
Wool to brave the seasons
One single thread of gold
Tied me to you
Cold was the steel
Of my axe to grind
For the boys who broke my heart
Now I send their babies presents
Gold was the color of the leaves
When I showed
You around Centennial Park
Hell was the journey
But it brought me heaven
Time wondrous time
Gave me the blues
And then purple-pink skies
And it's cool
Baby with me
And isn't it just
So pretty to think
All along there was some
Invisible string
Tying you to me
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Me
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh