The smell of burning leaves in the fall moonlight
The sound of the traffic, as it passes by my place
Watching the kids running around, having fun
As I’m watching the news and drinking a beer
Fall weather, there’s nothing like it my friend
Beautiful sunsets, bonfires, and warm hoodies
Back in high school, I remember it quite well
Football games, hanging with friends, such fun
Weekends in town, seeing my girl, just being kids
Never knowing what was ahead, didn’t care to know
Thinking about the moment, enjoying it while it lasts
Girlfriends come and go, as do the friends, some stay
You hang on to the good times, they were so fun
You try to forget the bad times, as they hurt too much
You try to remember things that you forgot about
You remember things, that you completely forgot about
You want to go back, and ask that one girl out
The one you were too scared to ask out
Great weather brings back a mixed bag of memories
You never know what to expect, it can get interesting
Some may be good, some bad, some to make you laugh
Just remember one thing, you’ll always have them to share
Hang on to them good, hang on to them tight, they’re yours
Write them down if you must, journal them along the way
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 8:37 AM UTC
The smell of burning leaves in the fall moonlight
The sound of the traffic, as it passes by my place
Watching the kids running around, having fun
As I’m watching the news and drinking a beer
Fall weather, there’s nothing like it my friend
Beautiful sunsets, bonfires, and warm hoodies
Back in high school, I remember it quite well
Football games, hanging with friends, such fun
Weekends in town, seeing my girl, just being kids
Never knowing what was ahead, didn’t care to know
Thinking about the moment, enjoying it while it lasts
Girlfriends come and go, as do the friends, some stay
You hang on to the good times, they were so fun
You try to forget the bad times, as they hurt too much
You try to remember things that you forgot about
You remember things, that you completely forgot about
You want to go back, and ask that one girl out
The one you were too scared to ask out
Great weather brings back a mixed bag of memories
You never know what to expect, it can get interesting
Some may be good, some bad, some to make you laugh
Just remember one thing, you’ll always have them to share
Hang on to them good, hang on to them tight, they’re yours
Write them down if you must, journal them along the way
