Faded Photographs

{fingerpicked acoustic guitar opening} {warm analog tape hiss} (hummmmm) Remember when the

summer didn't have an end?

We'd trace the shadows of the pine trees on the bend

No maps, no targets,

nowhere else we had to be

Just carving names into the bark of that old tree

Oh, the gold was in the dust on our shoes

We had nothing in our pockets to

lose

Underneath the wide open sky

(ooh, how the time goes by)

{pedal steel swells} Remember when the winter froze the backyard pond?

We built a fire,

talked about the years beyond

You said the world was wider than we'd ever know

And watched our breath dissolve into the falling snow

Oh, the gold was in the dust on our shoes

We had nothing in our pockets to

lose

Underneath the wide open sky (ooh,

how the time goes by) {soaring vocal harmony}

Remember when... (ahhhh) {acoustic guitar fades

out to

tape hiss}