I met her down in Tampa Bay. Spring break '88. She came in to hear my band play. And man we were on that night. . Twin guitars and twenty minute jams.
I walk a mile with a smile. I don't know I don't care where I am. But I know it's all right. . Jump the tracks, can't get back. I don't know anyone round here.
Long summer days tucked in a box. Smell of rain on the sidewalk. Feel of the fall in the air. I love these drives to nowhere. . Singing la da, la da. La da da da da.