Hey man upon the hill, up here…
I used to write you.
You loved the way I watch the sun through my, finger.
We spent sometimes to the day we met.
We drove in the wind opened the window waved to nothing, Just to keep us awake.
We drove under the heavy rain soaking wet yes we laughed at it yet
And tell me more from your arm.
We danced in the room grew our heart a bloom,
I stopped right there,
You’ve found a new home,
And I should be happy.