Late night bars are closing down. Last call and it’s time to leave town. Everyone thinks the parties slowin down. But the locals know where to find the sound.
Lock the doors start across the pier. Knowin full well I’m not goin home. Stop at the irv grab some beer. 1:00 am and the coast is clear. I got the itch to meet my people with same syndrome.
Paul Simon playin loud head bobbin to that Kodachrome. Pass the country store I know I’m gettin nears. Gettin excited to see my peers.
Turn the corner by buddies house lights are low that’s how I know he’s out. Can smell the smoke see a small fire glow. The night went fast now it’s my turn to take it slowww
Crystal clear night. Breeze is blowin right. Full moon is shinin bright. Casting shadows off the islands can see the reflection off the fog horn light.
Happy bein me broke and free. Only 18 with a fake ID. Waves are crashin guitars slappin.
2 am nobody gives a damn. Musics a little loud we got a big ol crowd. the caretaker can probably hear us out by suhguin or ram.
Everyone’s vibin nothing can compare except for the subtle smell of that salty air.
Ain’t nothin to see here just Another late night at our spot with my friends and me over at what we call three trees
Guitar and harmonica riff
Barefoot blisters stubbin our toes. little long boardin not hurtin no one. Been like this since day one. At least that’s how my dad’s story goes.
Just a place of peace and solace alone or together it’s the meet up spot. Rain or shine the feelins flawless.
No worries not a care protected by the county line so there is no cops
3 am things are slowin down just me and a few others. Fires smoldering… burnin down. late night talks debating the sun rise and sleepin on the rocks.
Bell booeee singin chimin knockin
buddy is Missin. Think he took his crush for one those late night walkins
Countin shootin stars and watchinnn satellites. million stars up above only cloud in the sky is the Milky Way. Soul is full.. wakin up tired but that’s the price You. Pay. For one of those beautiful… summerrrr. nights
Moons gettin low suns rising fast. Amazin how time flies when you put your stuff in the past. Second generation maybe the third to make the tradition last.
Gotta make it count for times like these. Can’t stay forever young the next one to have it is my oldest son. Gotta pass the torch and let him have some fun.
at our spot with my friends and me over at what we call three trees
