Boombox

Looking back on all those times when we were hand in hand
Toe to toe, we were good to go with no lines drawn in the sand

Like on the beach we were chin deep in the Gulf of Mexico
I thought I'd always see your face there bobbing to and fro

But I can't hold on to anything long enough to see it through
And of all the ones that slipped through my fingers the hardest to hold was you

But that was back in another century, back when we were young
That was the time when I'd hear your voice if the telephone had rung

But I can't hold on to anything long enough to see it through
And of all the ones that slipped through my fingers the hardest to hold was you

You won't find me on your front lawn boombox in the air
Soon the day will come about when you won't find me anywhere