Standing in that place
where I had talked about moving

Staring at the place
where I just kept looking

I was waiting in the space

Where dreams come true

All those time they should

when they come looking for you

somewhere outside fairhope

We’ll always run these roads

We’ll always lay in this sand
And when we get old

we’ll talk about the beautiful

time when we were carefree

No matter how far we go

in our drunken minds
our turning years
in our bruised lines
and wild angry tears

We’ll grow old waiting
waiting in the space

 

so I never venture far

outside of Fairhope

outside of Fairhope

We’ll always run these streets

We’ll always lay in this sand

And we’ll stay young and free

and fighting the odds

and too scared to believe

that we might ever leave

 

 

 

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