Song Description
A song about being young and the memory of special places.
| Song Length |
4:22 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative, Pop - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Peaceful, Tranquil |
Subject |
History, Past, Youth |
| Similar Artists |
Nick Drake, Alexi Murdoch, Gregory Allen Isakov, J |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
When I was a boy mom and dad would pack the car
And we'd drive across the country and sleep under the stars
And grandma would be waiting for us on the other side
With a love that kept on living even long after she died
We played with driftwood in the sand
Love of water and love of land
And we threw rocks at the sun and we laid our beds in dirt
And some years were still to pass before our hearts were made to hurt
But there was no reason to be afraid that the promises we made
Would not be realized some day before we laid down in our graves
Wide eyed waiting for life to start
Clean of hand and pure of heart
I am become grey and memories they fade
Into the bluest water back to the sweetest place
And we swore that we would never part
Clean of hand and pure of heart