to the smell of an old gym floor
The taste of salt on the Carolina shore
After graduation and drinkin goodbye to friends
And I go back to watchin summer fade to fall
Growin up too fast and I do recall
Wishin time would stop right in its tracks
Everytime I hear that song, I go back, I go back
We all have a song that somehow stamped our lives
Takes us to another place and time
So I go back to a pew,preacher, and a choir
Singin bout God, brimstone, and fire
And the smell of Sunday chicken after church
And I go back to the loss of a real good friend
And the sixteen summers I shared with him
Now "Only The Good Die Young" stops me in my tracks
Everytime I hear that song,
I go back....
To the feel of a fifty yard line
A blanket, a girl, some raspberry wine
I go back....
To watchin summer fade to fall
Growin up too fast and I do recall...
I go back....
To the loss of a real good friend
And the sixteen summers I shared with him...
I go back...
I heard this song tonight and...
*I go back to my first t-ball game.
to my first best friend...
to my first day of school
to my first little cousin
to my first dog...
my tenth birthday party...
church trips to chattanooga...
lock-ins....
sleepovers...
the night i got my precious maggie mae...
lite's out devos with beth...
tnt.
meeting faith scott...
doing stupid stuff that i cant believe i ever did...
school...
concerts..
florida...
my first "real" date...
i go back to my first "real" party...
wowww.... where does time go? it just doesnt seem right. it seems like just yesterday pressleigh & i were riding the go-kart allll over my yard...we were petting the cows through the fence, making mudd pies..
don't blink...
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1) I love that song....always have
2) I really miss you
3) Don't forget--just because I'm always here no matter where here is
4) I promise that things will settle down in a few weeks and I will blog more and be much less of a loser
5) I love you....
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