Sugar cane blows in the breeze
Brings back those memories
Of fireflies & the 4th of July
And maybe it's not the time
And maybe it's not the place
Sweet days turn into nights
When the stars are in your eyes
And your dreams become your life
At sundown we look to the sky
Holdin' hands as the rockets fly high.
These are the pirates of my days
And lately I can't recall
Where the summer slept & gave
All these memories that I shared