Window looked out to the lake
The walls smelled of a hundred years of hard days
The windsurfer stayed in my mind
Watching them surf as the hours passed by

Who would have thought I'd be hoping to get back now?
Who would have thought I'd be hoping to get back now?

We walked in the night past the pines
The graveyard told stories of everyone's lives
We walked in the night past the pines
And every day I still go back to that time

The library smelled of old books
A closet was filled with the things that we took
The roads were all covered in stone
We wear our bare feet when we made our way home

And who would have thought I'd be hoping to get back now?
Who would have thought I'd be hoping to get back now?

We walked in the night past the pines
The graveyard told stories of everyone's lives
We walked in the night past the pines
And every day I still go back to that time

My brother looked out to the city and he smiled
My brother looked out to the city and he smiled

We walked in the night past the pines
The graveyard told stories of everyone's lives
We walked in the night past the pines
And every day I still go back to that time
And every day I still go back to that time

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Writer(s): Darryl James, David Ritter, Isabel Cunningham Ritchie, Jeremy Drury, Jonathan Hembrey, Simon Alexander Ward