When I was 12, I couldn't spell, but I could spell your nameWrite it with words you'd never heard and words I'd never sayWrite it on notes, fold it into boats and send them down the drainHope they'd wash out down to your house on a rainy dayAnd it's not easyLiving in a memoryIt's not easyThinking about what could beWhen I grew up, I took the bus back to the place we livedWalked the path that we took back from school when we were kidsUsed to try and spend the night running through our daysWhen I left, thought I'd be backI'll never forget, but I never didAnd it's not easyLiving in a memoryIt's not easyThinking about what could beIt's not easyI wish I could forget, but I never didI wish I could know you, I wish I could know you againWish I could have told you what I should have told you thenBut no matter where I goI'm still living down the roadIn a yellow house with a letter that I didn't sendIt's not easyIt's not easyIt's not easyIt's not easyLiving in a memoryIt's not easyThinking about what could beWhen I grew up, I took the bus back to the place we livedIt's not easyasu