He was seventeen and he was far from in between. It was summertime, splashing through the sand bar, talking by the campfire… It's the simple things in life, like when and where. And we were trying different things, and we were smoking funny things, making love out by the lake to our favorite song. Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking about tomorrow, watching the waves roll off the rocks. He'll forever hold a spot inside my soul. We'd blister in the sun, we couldn't wait for night to come to hit that sand and play some rock and roll. Now nothing seems as strange, as when the leaves began to change, or how we thought “those days would never end”. Sometimes I'll hear that song and I'll start to sing along, and think “Wow, I’d love to see that boy again!”