She bought a bottle of cider From the shop on the corner They didn't stop her Thought she was older
She took a bus ride To a name and a number A house full of music And a hatful of wonder
And some of the people That she thought that she knew Were never like this When she saw them at school She's never been anywhere like this before Everybody's so out of control
She was in a back room Full of strange aromas And noises and candles That was where he found her
He took her to a garden Full of rain and silence And she could smell the soil and the trees And see the succulent light from the little fires in his eyes Pulling shapes out of the night She was enchanted
Then it's twelve o'clock And the last bus is gone They're gonna go crazy When they hear what she's done And higher is lower And less is like more She's never felt anything like this before,
And then it was yesterday He said, "Oh, by the way" "Welcome to your first party"