Grace Lord Park Lyrics

There's white smoke

Pouring out of the van's hood

So we turn back, turn back, turn back

New car, still us, sifting through cd's

Sharing stories of travels, breakdowns

Six years of catching up to do

First time alone with you

A sign that reads Elizabeth Cranford

The story says we're getting close

Trying to retrace the footsteps

Of the kid who was here before

Of a kid I don't know at all

Rewriting memories

I think I'll hold on to this one

There's a blocked off walk way

Step over caution tape

Warn you about poison ivy

But that was the least of my concern 
In the six hours that I spent with you

Nearly died to see the view

Sitting on the top of Boonton Falls

Water misting on our skin

Anxious as you walk to the edge

You've got a death wish in your stride

But I'll follow you anywhere