Baby, how'd we wind up this far apart. Usin' words as weapons like daggers to our hearts. This standoff of indifference isn't solving anything. But baby, I've been thinking 'bout what I stand to lose.
Friday night, county road. Seventeen, off we go. Summertime, not a care in the world. Well, I remember. . My two best friends, and me. Taking a trip, to feel the ocean breeze.
I like the sound of the ocean crashing. Waves making their way to the beach. I like the sound of the gulf breeze blowing. Holding your hand, with sand on our feet.
I like the sound of the ocean crashing. Waves making their way to the beach. I like the sound of the gulf breeze blowing. Holding your hand, with sand on our feet.