We met when we were young enough to know
each street, and side street, of our town by name.
That beauty changes us and why and how
becomes apparent when you live below
a mountain. What was its name again?
We met when we were young enough to know.
This is what we saw from our windows:
a parking lot, a dollar store, rain.
That beauty could change us and why and how
seemed unjust. Unfair! What did we know
but that our loves seemed dull and strange.
We met when we were young enough to know
we’d move to far-off places. We had hopes
to find ourselves on mtv, so certain
beauty could change us. Why and how
seemed unimportant, as long as we’d just go.
So some left, some didn’t; all of us changed.
We met when we were young enough to know that
beauty could change us—not why or how.
