Carry me back to fire pit days, then down to the basement getaway
Where we'd spill it all out, and wear our shapes in the couch
Then happiness came in simpler ways
Tomorrow's looks just like yesterday's
Like a seat in the yard blowing smoke or a car wearing tracks into the loop
Feels like a dream that ended too soon
Back then each worry fell like a seashell from a seagull in the parking lot
All the crushed clam remains coating the pavement brushed away
As we hopped on a bike, carved through the town, wove a tapestry made
From "now and nows"
We'd just float and laze away, get rich off stands of lemonade someday far far away
But for now I think I'll stay here
Then all of the shells began to poke through
I cursed what I knew I had to do
Put the back pack away and get to turning the page
Cause I couldn't deny the presence of sun
The whistle has blown, the games begun
And out the window again, the bare raspberry skeletons like a fingerprint of time
I had flushed her out of my mind
Show me the path to the fountain
It's overgrown in my mind
And though we savored each drop
I think we thought we would return to it in time
Well it's time