Windsurfers
The strumbellasThe walls smelled of a 100 years of hard days
The windsurfer stayed in my mind
Watching them surf as the hours passed by
Who would have thought I'd be hoping to get back now
Who would have thought I'd be hoping to get back now
We walked in the night past the pines
The graveyard told stories of everyone's lives
We walked in the night past the pines
And every day I still go back to that time
The library smelled of old books
A closet was filled with the things that we took
The roads were all covered in stone
We wear our bare feet when we made our way home
And who would have thought I'd be hoping to get back now
Who would have thought I'd be hoping to get back now
We walked in the night past the pines
The graveyard told stories of everyone's lives
We walked in the night past the pines
And every day I still go back to that time
My brother looked out to the city and he smiled
My brother looked out to the city and he smiled
We walked in the night past the pines
The graveyard told stories of everyone's lives
We walked in the night past the pines
And every day I still go back to that time
And every day I still go back to that time