Orange julius

We swelter but look north
the sand in my shoes reminds
(going home can be so hard)
of those days when the dance of innocence
had a predictable rhythm
yeah it was rough
but i still want it back
yeah it was rough
but i still want it back
this is our space
our past we can't fake
what state we are in
the place we begin
but i realize
your future
i can't touch
winds which blow us out
fires we can't put out
it's a wonder why i miss this place so much
i must not remain stagnant
i must move on
but i can still remember you