wandering to you
i've been wondering, love
why do i always go back to that couch, sitting on your lap, looking into those beautiful sad eyes of yours?
and to that front porch, by your side, drinking cold beer on a summer day and listening to that song we called ours?
or to that beautiful beach...
why do i always go back to that couch, sitting on your lap, looking into those beautiful sad eyes of yours?
and to that front porch, by your side, drinking cold beer on a summer day and listening to that song we called ours?
or to that beautiful beach...