A house with a tree in the yard under the sun

Where the days will end and where they begun

The hot tar or the tire swing is still felt

The salt from the cold sea is still felt

The green cut grass between our toes

The whispers of wind blow through our clothes

With the picket fence sercing a shield

I love the way you make me feel

I hope there's plenty more, i hope this isnt the last

But in case there's no more years, never forget the past

Go where everyone knows your name

The beach, the bar, the cherry lanes

Of our childhood town, the sky is always blue

The auras of the people have a vibrant hue

So when the money's low and the colors fade

And when people no longer except the change

The destroyed sandcastles we once made

Resurface under the ocean waves

And when the silence lingers like a sharpened blade

There will always be a spot beneath the shade