Cedar Stairwell

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