Golden blonde and baby blue
How I’ll remember you
And those days of drinking in the sun
Wide-eyed and twenty-two
I fell so hard for you
Never knew that love could come and go
And it grows too big to sometimes hold
From Maine to Providence to New Orleans
New Haven to Cambridge and the coast between
To be young and in love and fed by your dreams
The paint may run dry, but it leaves such a pretty scene
Followed you down Thayer Street
Wickenden summer heat
India Point as stars ran cross the sky
You’d have to buy my booze
I thought I’d never loose
This love I thought I’d never find
But you knew it was just a passing time
From Maine to Providence to New Orleans
New Haven to Cambridge and the coast between
To be young and in love and fed by your dreams
The paint may run dry, but it leaves such a pretty scene
I’d take my grandma’s car
Down south just after dark
And leave when the sun was coming up
Those were machine shop days
I’d write on my lunch break
My hands so full of cuts and grease
Smudged words of longing and release
Golden blonde baby blue
How I’ll remember you
And those days of drinking in the sun
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April 14, 2011 at 3:38 AM |
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