Well i thought about the army. Dad said, son you're fucking high. And i thought, yeah there's a first for everything. So i took my old man's advice. Three sad semesters.
Saw a silhouette across a fluorescent. Floating overhead, undoing his helmet. Through the murky beams and blue-green sea life. I saw him spinnin' towards the moonlight.
Well I thought about the army. Dad said, "Son you're fuckin' high". And I thought, yeah there's a first for everything. So I took my old man's advice.
Some summers in the evening after six or so. I walk on down the hill and maybe buy a beer. I think about my friends. Sometimes I wish they lived out here.