On a cool, cool rise
I often think of you
When the air is lush
And the salt of the sea
It comes in pieces to me
We were fools alright
Down in my brothers room
Dancing to “Planet Rock”
Twelve times a day
It comes in pieces to me
And then you’d fade away
Come the fall
To the city that I heard about
But never saw
Tiny jewels of light
Rising up from the grass
And then fizzing out
Like bubbles in a glass
Fireflies you and me
By the pool that night
They called you the fresh air kid
And it carved me out
All rind, no fruit
Some good deeds don’t work out so good
All of those oiled nights
My dad’s free advice
When I dare to think about it
Comes a price

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