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Where, where we land
Is nothin but a river
Flowed into this bay,
We make our stand
Stood like warriors
Yet soft, now'
There's somethin' in this air
When summer comes
To an end
It gets quiet around,
People leave town and
Leave us to our friends,
And to our thoughts,
And to this feelin' of grace, in
Lookin' back,
I can't put my finger on it,
Can't put my finger on it
If, my eyes were closed,
Well I'd still know
By the buoyed churning sea
Just where I am
And where to go
When the dinner bell rings
And the salt, it stings
From a day out on the boat,
And there you are
Stood with me,
Shoulder to shoulder,
Not goin' anywhere even though time,
It runs along,
And we got jobs to do
And school to get back to,
But I can't put my finger on it,
Can't put my finger on it
*Instrumental Break *
Skies of open light,
Turn into a time machine tonight
I know I'm only livin' here right now
But I feel that I've been here before somehow
I'm jumpin' from a long-gone rusted bridge
Don't know how deep it goes down underneath
I let the current take me on its wings
And lean into the place that I've trusted