There's a blue rocking chair. Sittin in the sand. Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands. It sways back and forth with the help of the winds,. Seems to always be there, like an old trusted friend.
There's a blue rocking chair. Sittin in the sand. Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands. It sways back and forth with the help of the winds,. Seems to always be there, like an old trusted friend.