Both lived in a small town in houses by the water
She’d follow a trail to the lake when she was running from her father
I used to meet her there and talk about our plans
Till it was dark outside, I’d walk her back and hold her hand
Now she had real reasons to run away, but I had nothing there but her to make me stay
I remember the day we finally got so bored, stole her dad’s old mustang from back in 64’
she headed north and just kept driving; saw the northern lights and we both started crying.
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