Baby, Memory

Baby, memory is just a concept so leave the past to be
Grab the car keys, we’ve got some fine weed, we’ll sail these high seas
Baby we could float, sink, or swim around this boat
But I both think we know it’s high times our times were told
Been dreaming mighty bold 'bout you and me these thoughts won’t go
Don’t look back here’s my hand in your own
Baby, memory is never ending, don’t live inside those dreams
Grab the car keys, we’ve got some fine weed, we’ll sail these high seas
Some strange kind of blessing girl
It’s not just me, it’s in your eyes
Like a fire in the mind
Oh every night, every night