A small house in the back woods
With an overgrown tree house - he's a southern boy.

We watch a kid ride a bucket
Attached to a skateboard, and we laugh

Into the wind and walk our way
Towards a sunset. You say this is the place

This neighbor and that neighbor
Argued over, so it's no one's

But it's everyone's. Besides that tree
Right there, which is strictly off limits

So we plop our butts by the water
And stare into the sound,

Admiring the shells of your childhood
Memories staring back at you

Like the time you were sixteen
Cruising on an ankle-biting scooter

And we make out as if the bulkhead
Is a run-down gymnasium bleacher.

We stare into the sky as if it's our first time,
Comfortable and happy, just feeling right

While the sun slowly sinks into the water
And the sky blazes us a bonfire,

While I slowly sink back into you.