i give you my word, i won't do anything stupid

well that time of year is upon us. the time when we pull out the tent and bag, fill up the stove and stock up on beer. yes this weekend is the season opener. camping is here. i never went last year, this year is gonna be big.

hey pass me the axe
what?
the axe, pass it to me
what for?
cause i got some chopping to do over here
you got a beer buddy?
huh?
a beer, you got one? cause you're soundin kinda sober
i told you i'm gonna chop
no seriously, let me get you a beer
...
you're right that's way better, thanks.

something she said sounded familiar

winding down the country lane
just past two on a tuesday
she asked me for a light.
i wasn't sure which way she meant it
so i leaned over to enquire.
just then we collided.

my words were destined to fail

i sang you a song
and you danced like a madman through the lane
the birds yelled hello
and the waitress just smiled from the doorway

to be young again
free and floating through eternity

grasping and needing
wanting and pleading
holding and leaving
saying goodbye.