I've got my umbrella
sunglasses and
visor
headed on down a road
where the mistakes just don't matter
spring is here
summer nights are upon us
we have come full circle
where it really counts
lost and found rings
will surely find their way home
barstools wont seem so empty
with you sitting next to me
yes we've come full circle
where it really counts
walls i built are tumbling down
they started weeks ago
crumbling with each conversation
my silent admiration
the jukebox will play our songs
whichever they may be
and we may again dance
with a man with no teeth
yes we've come full circle
haven't we?
where it really counts
we're weird. but i love this.