Starts with a stranger's tan lines underneath my hands. Soft shade from pine trees and California sand. Come out, drive along the coast. Get up early and get lost in the woods or by the ocean. I'll make us breakfast on the porch. We'll fill the weekends up with more big skies and suntan lotion. Happily, the dreams we had we carried out of bed, and I still hope you'll come around again.
Summer goodbyes take you by surprise. Soak up sunny weeks until you realize, though the sun is setting now you've got a flight that's leaving town and only hours to get there. As different cities call our names you kiss my cheek and gently say, "Maybe see you later." Happily the dreams we had we carried out of bed, and I still hope you come around again.
I want the world all to ourselves, the way it feels just when your eyes light up the horizon. From your postcards now and then I know that you'll be there to reach me, whenever I can find them.
Happily, the dreams we had we carried out of bed, and I still hope you come around again.
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