invisible string

Green was the color of the grass
Where I used to read at Centennial Park
I used to think I would meet somebody there
Teal was the color of your shirt
When you were 16 at the yogurt shop
You used to work at to make a little money

Time, curious time
Gave me no compasses
Gave me no signs
Were there clues I didn't see?
And isn't it just so pretty to think
All along there was some
Invisible string tying you to me?

Bad was the blood of the song
In the cab on your first trip to LA
You ate at my favorite spot for dinner
Bold was the waitress on our three-year trip
Getting lunch down by the lake
She said I looked like an American singer

Time, mystical time
Cutting me open, then healing me fine
Were there clues I didn't see?
And isn't it just so pretty to think
All along there was some
Invisible string tying you to me?

Cold was the steel of my axe
To grind for the boys who broke my heart
Now I send their babies presents
Gold was the color of the leaves
When I showed you around Centennial Park
Hell was the journey, but it brought me to heaven

Time, wondrous time gave me the blues
And then purple pink skies and it's cool, baby, with me
And isn't it just so pretty to think
All along there was some
Invisible string?