We were two kids laden with dreams
Hand-holding, law-abiding, wannabe rebels
Sitting on your front porch swing
Talking about our plans, talking about whatever
Lazy summer kisses in the warm grass
Strolling down the street bumping hips
Laughing
Thumbs out, trying to hitch a ride
Down the rainbow, or maybe to Santa Fe
What became of our dreams?
Where are they now?
How did we get here?
Hand-holding, law-abiding, wannabe rebels
Sitting on your front porch swing
Talking about our plans, talking about whatever
Lazy summer kisses in the warm grass
Strolling down the street bumping hips
Laughing
Thumbs out, trying to hitch a ride
Down the rainbow, or maybe to Santa Fe
What became of our dreams?
Where are they now?
How did we get here?
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