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.
Forever in search of the world's best burrito, Jon Creeden & the Flying Hellfish will keep releasing records and playing sweaty shows until the quest is complete.