Kudzu Wish Orange Julius
we swelter but look north the sand in my shoes reminds
(going home can be so hard) of those days when the dance
of innocence had a predictable rhythm yeah it was rough
but i still want it back yeah it was rough but i still
want it back this is our space our past we can't fake
what state we are in the place we begin but i realize
your future i can't touch winds which blow us out fires
we can't put out it's a wonder why i miss this place so
much i must not remain stagnant i must move on but i can
still remember you
