Evening, the sky is glowing    underneath us the grass is slowing down    on its way up to the sun.       Lying around devoting    time to watching the stars exploding    on into space one by one.       Takes me to a distant place and time    this is not the first time I have pined.    Puts me in a distant state of mind,    this is not the first time I have pined,    I pine away.       I love the older people,    they seem to live in a world of simple life    where simple pleasures still belong.       Years past, they contemplated    how the world was less complicated    years before they came along.       Takes me to a distant place and time    this is not the first time I have pined.    Puts me in a distant state of mind,    this is not the first time I have pined,       I pine after my home, the yard    the olden days, the faraway    weird star that rained over it all       Lying around devoting    time to watching the stars exploding    on into space one by one.       Takes me to a distant place and time    this is not the first time I have pined.    Puts me in a distant state of mind,    this is not the first time I have pined,    I pine away...