75 Verndale

A brown-eyed boy with a contagious laugh and a specific hat

A brown-eyed boy feels just like home, comes with a welcome mat 

A brown-eyed boy 

 

Friday night— meet at that bar we like (right by that bar we hate)

Friday night— a couple whiskey shots, cherry stem tying race 

Friday night 

 

And we dance, dance 

Now my head’s on your shoulder

And we drink, drink

Feeling braver and bolder

Stumbling down along Harvard St. 

You laughed at my joke—I lay my heart at your feet 

 

 

And today we lay beneath soft, lavender sheets

In a little yellow house

In a sleepy, sleepy town 

If today we stay, curled up 

Just you and me

In this little yellow house 

Talking ‘till the sun goes down

That’s okay with me 

 

 

A bright red car down the 128 finding beaches that sing 

A summer sun meeting up with the waves

Look, the sky’s turning pink

A brown-eyed boy climbing rocks by the shore

Hair covered in sand

A brown-eyed boy making silly songs up

Her guitar in his hand 

 

And we dance, dance 

now your head’s on my shoulder

And we laugh, laugh 

Feeling braver and bolder 

we said goodbye down at 8 Clary St. 

Not knowing for certain the next time we’d meet 

 

 

But today we lay beneath soft, lavender sheets

In a little yellow house

In a sleepy, sleepy town

If today we stay, curled up 

Just you and me

In this little yellow house 

Talking ‘till the sun goes down

That’s okay with me 

 

Mmmmmm

That’s okay with me