The sun is out, the bay is blue
The weather beautiful with not a cloud in view
And here I am
Only able to think of you

Guitars and drums beat on in harmony
Voices rising and falling
Consistent and sharp, calling to me
The bar is empty, the highway full
The sun is out, I'm coming to

You've got a golden hand grasping me, a silver man
Up above and down below
No length I won't go
Stride on young me, stride hard and true
Drive beyond midnight to get to you
Rhyme and sing, pretend to know how
All familiar views in the rear-view mirror hold some sentimentality
Though I gladly trade all for this coming reality

Soon, when the beaches are a sparsely populated
The kids thinking of school
I'll make my way back to you for good
All worldly knowledge foretold,
With you I am excited to grow old