windsurfers

the window looked out to the lake

the walls smelled of a 100 years of hard days

the windsurfer stayed in my mind

watching them surf as the hours passed by

who would have thought i'd be hoping to get back now

who would have thought i'd be hoping to get back now

we walked in the night past the pines

the graveyard told stories of everyone's lives

we walked in the night past the pines

and every day i still go back to that time

the library smelled of old books

a closet was filled with the things that we took

the roads were all covered in stone

we wear our bare feet when we made our way home

and who would have thought i'd be hoping to get back now

who would have thought i'd be hoping to get back now

we walked in the night past the pines

the graveyard told stories of everyone's lives

we walked in the night past the pines

and every day i still go back to that time

my brother looked out to the city and he smiled

my brother looked out to the city and he smiled

we walked in the night past the pines

the graveyard told stories of everyone's lives

we walked in the night past the pines

and every day i still go back to that time

and every day i still go back to that time