Remember the times we had on weekend road trips
driving a hundred miles an hour down the strip 
on the way to the ole cabin where we had a lot of fun
and for just a couple of nights we came together as one

Swinging on the tire as you jumped into the lake and 
flipped your hair coming out of the water with a smile 
on your face and I'm chilling with the boys, cracking 
a couple beers as you swing again and go higher as we cheer

Sitting around a campfire eating smores as the stars gleam
imagining the alien life and things unseen that hide in vast 
space, things that will take our place when we take our final breath
and embrace what we call death