smiling sunshine, pass the days by   kicking cans in my backyard   blue balloons and yellow bellies   throwing stones at sunken cars   we get home we smell like spring   we sit and watch the sun get lost      tiny sailboat in a stream   we'll only take you out so far   then you just sit back and dream   of things you've never seen before      steep, the edge, let's get too close   let's come too close to falling off      when you think about your life   you never know   writing letters from the coast      when you drift out to see   you're gunna miss the things you lack   then you finally realize   those things are never coming back