Put The Gloves On

I wake up.
Where are my friends?
What happened to them?
Who the fuck are all these kids?
Where is my girl,
Where is my life?
What the fuck happened to me tonight?
Who’s this girl in my bed?
I wish that it was you.
Ready or not my heart’s on the chopping block.
Ready or not…
I can’t stop thinking about Grand Avenue
And the day that I met you.
Those open skies turned ocean blue.
You sang the song that made our love what it was
And you sang the harmony to me.
My bluish eyes,
The passing time,
These open Carolina skies,
I’m thinking of you.
My bluish eyes,
The passing time,
These open California skies,
I’m thinking of you and
Grand Avenue and the day that I met you.
Those open skies turned ocean blue.
You sang the song that made our love what it was
And you sang the harmony to me.