A little boy me went fishing in a wooden boat
Sitting there for hours in the cold
Patience is a virtue til we die
Then a ripple in the water caught my eye.
Sometimes we don´t know what we´re waiting for
That´s the time to be the first one on the dance floor
We go from green to blue to go to black
Breathe deep, who knows how long will this last..>
Only was last week I learnt to drive
Stole my mother´s keys and drove all night
Christine never showed it´s 4 am
Started up mum´s car drove home again.
One year ago I kissed my bride
Now I wait to hear my baby´s cry
Woman showed me all that she knew then
To cut himself down man´s born again.
Christine died and now I´m here alone
What I wouldn´t give to be on that wooden boat.
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