We were driving with our blindfolds, driving 75 because we questioned whether faith would ever keep us alive. And later again in the parking lot; we watched the couples walk and we strolled with child-like thoughts. We made up stories of the girls in their top down cars playing summer music loud with their boys acting large. And I laughed with you, I laughed a lot until the sun went down but night was still summer hot. And we carried out that week playing in the parking lot. Singing favorite classic songs, sipping lemonade and cherry pop. Took a look around to see the world had changed a lot. The radio was nice; I’ve got that summer heart.