From the recording Backbone
Lyrics
Nothing outlandish, no big affair. Nobody brandished a point in the air. The day kind of vanished outside on the stair, getting next to nothing done. Life is a record. The songs are the years. And some stick forever in my eyes and ears. I'd like to remember this time we've got here, 'cause this is the one that I feel
Sun on my skin, your hand on my shoulder, wind on my face, mud on my feet. Take it all in, 'cause when you get older, these are the days, you'll play on repeat.
The leaves have gone yellow, they blow in the breeze, like they're waving hello from some ancient decree. And we're fortunate fellows that moments like these are the way that we have fun. I drink like a sailor with my thirsty eyes, the bold a bright flavor of afternoon skies. Later I'll savor the way you and I sat here punch drunk and stunned, feeling
Sun on my skin, your hand on my shoulder, wind on my face, mud on my feet. Take it all in, 'cause when you get older, these are the days, you'll play on repeat.
Years from today, if I'm sitting alone, looking out of the window at this family home, my thoughts'll be spinning around like a ball. I don't know what they'll be, but I bet I'll recall
Nothing outlandish, no big affair. Nobody brandished a point in the air. The day kind of vanished outside on the stair, getting next to nothing done. So let's throw back some minutes like bumps on a log to the soundtrack of crickets and children and frogs. 'Cause someday I'll sip this like hair of the dog during sobering months, when I need some
Sun on my skin, your hand on my shoulder, wind on my face, mud on my feet. Take it all in, 'cause when you get older, these are the days, you'll play on repeat. These are the days you'll play on repeat.