I allow my eyes to roam where the clouds and hills meet
Far across the country is where my thoughts fleet
Somewhere in the distance my memories lie with you
As I sit here on Foley bench I wonder if you think of me too
There's something about this place beneath the 99 pine trees
I think I hear your voice beckoned by the breeze
I wonder where you are and I hope that you're alright
I hope that your happy and that your smiling again tonight.
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 2:04 PM UTC
I allow my eyes to roam where the clouds and hills meet
Far across the country is where my thoughts fleet
Somewhere in the distance my memories lie with you
As I sit here on Foley bench I wonder if you think of me too
There's something about this place beneath the 99 pine trees
I think I hear your voice beckoned by the breeze
I wonder where you are and I hope that you're alright
I hope that your happy and that your smiling again tonight.
Me and my boyfriend wrote this on top of Mayhill together
