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..."