He crept out in the dark of the night,
in the cold
with the moon
and the stars
shinning bright

And he crept along the road,
and he noticed
his shoes didn't
make any tracks
in the snow.

And he crept through a field,
like a breeze
and heard nothing at all
but the wind
in the trees

And he crept through the gate,
in a yard, in the back of a house
that it seemed
he recalled.

And he thought of his childhood, and how he'd believed
it would all be
much better by now.

When we're young and we're feeling afraid,
we naively believe
that adulthood is safe.

And I saw you creep.

I saw you creep.

And he crept through the yard,
to the door
and he crept on inside,
and did not touch the floor.

And he crept up the stairs, down the hall
all the while wishing,
he'd never been there
at all.

And he crept in the room, where the boy
who'd fell out of his bed
lay asleep
on the floor.

And he put the boy back in his bed.
Pulled his blanket back on.
Placed a kiss
on his head.


And the boy had a dream of a man,
who himself dreamed of being
a child once again.

When we're grown and we're feeling the strain,
it's our youth that we'd give,
anything to reclaim.

And I saw you creep.

I saw you creep.