Woke up, sun shining through We fell asleep in the afternoon And I swear, wrapped around you I could be fine for an hour or two Or three, or more We parked out by the ridge Fields were all blue when the rangers Stopped by, and we were so scared They let us go but I still see them there When I am there And I visit if often And it's true I'm thinking about it Nothing new Do you end up seeing the same things When you're back here Like I do And I miss things about you From back then, like when you hung the flowers up to dry I guess you'd rather see them die than rot And maybe I would too It's funny how I would too I still visit it often And it's true I'm thinking about it Nothing new Do you end doing the same things When you're back here Like I do