My heart falls fast and my eyes slide slow to the sound of the song three summers ago.

My body was small but my spirit was big, head full of air . When me and my buddy lit a cig.

We seemed so tough, so much bigger than the earth
How can it contain us with our egos giant girth

Each night I would gaze to the clock in my room. Awaiting the time to escape. The ground mirrored by the moon

We would drive with no direction. Some metaphor of us. Every quarrel we were in we never seemed to fuss

Being young was the time when worry was not a word. And things we should have remembered were never quite heard

They told us our friends would be gone once we left. I discarded the comment, out of my mind it was swept.

Two years away doesn't seem all the long. But that's al it takes for your friends to be gone.

Looking back now on the words that they spoke. I realize their true.My eyes tear and throat chokes

Now when I listen I understand what they say, and those words I bestow. To the days of that year three summers ago.