To see the brightest eyes of your very best friend.
To wait for them at the airport again.
Faywood Springs, the happiest you’ve ever been.

Always dug those pants.
Always dug the way you dance.
Always dug how you move through life,
and the things that you can’t stand.

To be head beyond heels, when there’s no end.
To smile with all of the sounds that get sent.
Time lapse roads, the happiest you’ve ever been.

Always dug your ways.
Always dug the things you say.
Always dug how you scrap through life,
and the things that went away.

Back to smiling at the sounds.
Back to both feet on the ground.
No more desperate for some more.
No more trying to keep track
of who’s keeping score.
Nobody’s keeping time,
so it’ll all come back around
and we’ll get what we need.

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