cold sand in sleeping bags
i've come to know that memories
were the best things you ever had
the summer shone beat down on bony backs
so far from home where the ocean stood
down dust and pine cone tracks
we slept like dogs down by the fire side
awoke to the fog all around us
steady as the stars in the woods
and the warmth rang true inside these bones
as the old pine fell we sang
just to bless the morning. hot sand on toes
cold sand in sleeping bags
i've come to know the friends around you
are all you'll always have
free as the birds that fly
with weightless souls now. we stood
steady as the stars in the woods
and the warmth rang true inside these bones
steady as the stars in the woods
and the warmth rang true inside these bones
as the old pine fell we sang
just to bless the morning. we grow