i remember being in the hall
your parnts waiting on us and
i know the way you moved
i still dream about you and
things have never been the same
since you left and got away
i cant wait to see you
not worried how about you, how about you

i used to, dream of you
it got me through, how about you

i faintly remember the
last time i thought of this
it was five twenty eight
and the morning was covered in mist
thinking of leaving
thinking of driving up there
to see one gorgeous glimpse
of your radient, dirty-blonde hair
putting so much thought into it, how about you