I once thought that spring meant growing Where the winters were stark And the summers hot I once felt like blooming made up For a lack of growth In all of the things I'm not I set a trap under a tree To catch the good in me that wants to leave Let the worst in Take the best out Like a cocoon It's true that I missed you I felt that I was never built to fold So I sit and I watch as my father gets old And his hair turns grey More and more each day I'm seeing graves in the ways that I'm losing friends And I don't want to make belief Or to pretend that's how it goes So I'm told Could you crease and fold I set a trap under a tree To catch the good in me that wants to leave Let the worst in Take the best out Like a cocoon You can bloom When the worst is in Take the best things out Because you know it's true That I missed you Yeah, I missed you