I was just thinking aboutnCool nights under the southern moonnFriends came and visitnChill on the porchnIn a rocking chair humming a mellow tunenWarm wind blowingnCut-offs and sandalsnLong nights drinking with the boysnNot much to do for the rest of the eveningnThese are the things we enjoynnOver the bridges we rannRacing along with the southern moonnChilling with storiesnOf hope and adventurenI guess you gotta be going soonnnGold in the rivernDust in your hairnI don't have much to saynMostly concealing the depth of my feelingnHey look away, look away.