The dream isn't wild, it isn't new
Men who haven't met in a motel room
We're in some better-off relatives lakeside home
Its own sunset and timezone
Our folks off on their own
We could mingle just below the cedar stairwell
If we so chose
Just beyond the threshold
But for now it's low lamplight and eyes glued
That mood I feared I'd always have to refuse
Blooms like it was meant to
Thе dream isn't wild, it isn't new
It soothes and aludеs to being two American grooms
Toasting to travel and awe
To health and to youth
Below the cedar stairwell
In the living room
Flaunt you on my lap like I'm joking
Our parents pause to see us through the glassware
They want us like this, and life is fair
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