Kissing Booth

Tied my dreams in a sailors knot
Tried to remember all I forgot
Sent myself letters to tell the tale
But I’m still waiting on the morning mail
The few that knew are slipping away
A little more dust on a windy day

Sidewalk cracks below my feet
Looking for a friend on a busy street
He looks familiar and she does too
Looks like a woman that I once knew

Throwing our coins in the wishing well
Everybody pays for the kiss and tell
Floating up high in a blue, blue sky
We always come back down
To the ground

Where did the summer go
I’m still waiting on the afterglow
Time is a train on an endless track
Baggage coach painted black
Memory leans on a window sill
Looking for a little more time to kill

Who’s on the phone who wants to know
Got a bad connection might as well let go
Who took the money we’ll never tell
Who’s that ringing the mission bell

Standing in line at the kissing booth
Waiting for a kiss to tell the truth
Floating up high in a blue, blue sky
We always come back down to the ground

Throwing our coins in the wishing well
Everybody pays for the kiss and tell
Standing in line at the kissing booth
Waiting for a kiss to tell the truth
Floating up high in a blue, blue sky
We always come back down
Yeah we always come back down to the ground