watch your footing, maestro

The August sun is bright out, It's a bit past 2 o clock
And I can't help but feel it's never getting earlier
Along m-37, through a town I've come to know real well
From just peering out the windows of my dad's Ford Expedition

Word's can't describe
That feeling of knowing what's in store a month in advance
I don't swing by these days
I haven't since 2017
Now I Spend my summers home and Dream of sunburns in my sleep

I can't quite say what it's doing To me, but I think about it Everyday
I close my eyes and try to fall Through the daydream
It doesn't feel like home Anymore now
I can't shake the weight of the Years gone by
And those Summers spent so far away

"Four hundred" miles away and I'm still stuck at home
I'm not going away just yet
I've Had too much time to reflect On the fact
That holding on to Something that's lost only puts You in it's place

Sunlight shines through those Open trees
And all my Memories come back to me
On an orange honda dirtbike
On an orange honda dirt bike
Around the lake, just one last Time

Stay out later with me
Just stay out later with me

Your move
Approved
Brother, I've been snapping sticks too long



Credits
Writer(s): Max Bozarth
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