Slow Down

I remember when you were just nineteen, smiling up from a magazine.
Oh, we were younger then. Everything was an accident. To be sure.
I remember out on the watershed, when you held me and we made our bed.
Oh, we were so hungry then. Our appetites were a happy accident. To be sure.
Oh one day, when the hours have found a way to bite the hand that feeds us now.
We’ll slow down. We’ll slow down to a crawl.
We’ll go down. We’ll go down and listen to all.
We’ll slow down. We’ll slow down to a crawl.