Drove past your old house, the porch where I first learned to say goodbye; goodbye with a kiss. I went home the old back way, it’s not faster anymore. Suburban homes have replaced the old forest.
I guess that’s the way it goes.
“No summer is endless.” This much I know by now.
Found that old letter you wrote just the other day. When you were bored in class. Tucked away in an old magazine that I kept forever because the articles seemed so important back then but time has a funny way
of making that all go away.
“No summer is endless.” This much I know by now.
I wrote this down outside a coffee shop like the ones we went to when we were kids. We’d share our dreams and all our crazy plans, like climbing the old water tower. I wonder if you ever did.
New Flying Hellfish and Solo releases coming this Fall. Still searching for the best Mexican food and Coffee, so please book us if your town has those things. Take Care.