In the backyard of a friends place,
Thinkin' about you,
Thinkin' of the crowd you're in,
What you up too where you been?
Just thinkin'
God my fingers burn,
Now when I think of touching your hair
You have changed so much that I don't know,
If I can call you and tell you I care
And I would love to bring you down,
Plant your feet back on the ground
Throw my smoke down on the ground,
Turn my head and I heard the sound,
That reminded me
Of the days so young and sweet
Always so much fun to meet
At lest I thought so