The Summer You Went Blind
Gonna take a green ride, a ride rode in silence
Stacey on the passenger side, wine in the cupholder
I should explain
Been a crazy long time since we drove up to Boulder
Bag of rocks at your side to skim the edge of the water
Nearest the brain
Playing all those oldies in the mezzanine of your mind
No one there remembers
The summer you went blind
You can swim to the island, or throw a stone from here
So close you can see it, or put an eye out on it
Blind in the rain
Playing all those oldies in the mezzanine of your mind
No one there remembers
The summer you went blind
The summer you went blind
Writer/s: Scotty Houston
