And we were trying different things,
and we were smoking funny things,
making love out by the lake to our favorite song.
Sipping tequila out the bottle,
not thinking about tomorrow,
singing sweet old rock and roll.
Now nothing seems as strange,
as when the leaves begin to change,
or how we thought those days would never end.
Sometimes I'll hear that song, and I'll start to sing along,
and think; man I'd love to go back there again...
