He was workin through college
I was thirstin for knowledge
Yea, I was caught somewhere between a woman and a child.
One restless summer, we found love growin wild on the banks of the river on a well-beaten path.
It's funny how those memories they last. Like..
The hot July moon saw everything.
I still remember when 30 was old.
My biggest fear was September when he had to go.
A few cards and letters and one long-distance call.
We drifted away like the leaves in the fall.
Year after year, I come back to this place just to remember the taste of...
The feilds have grown over now.
Years since they've seen the plow.
There's nothing time hasn't touched.
Is it really him or the laws of my innocence I've been missin so much? yea
The hot July moon saw everything.