that song plays.
i see you, your face as your hair blows around sticking to your lips.
i see him, his fingers tapping along to the drums on his steering wheel.  
i see her, her fingers intertwined with his, screaming the lyrics out his window.
i see them, nodding their head looking at you with the sweetest eyes. not knowing the song but enjoying the energy.
then you see me, our eyes met.
and for the first time in forever, i felt at place.
the song ends.
and so do the worn out memories of you. my beachboy.