Road Trip

April 22, 2008
Even with my shoes on
I feel the sand at my feet.
I remember when we walked for hours
in the summer heat.
We always dreaded coming home
because our town's so beat.
We have one think to look forward to;
our next visit to the beach.

We'll have the rag top down
in our rented car.
We'll split the fee,
see how far we can drive
before the night falls.
We'll talk about our memories
and gaze up at the stars.
We'll dream in the leather seats
and wonder where we are.

The beach is calling.
The wind's in our hair.
We're living this summer
with out a care,
with out regulations
as far as we're aware.
But if we get in trouble
we'll always have each other there.

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