Point Street

Waking up one morning Say you're missing something Checking pockets for your phone You've got your wallet on you It's something much older Something much warmer Step back Go find that When you're missing the cool summer breeze through your hair The people and places that still live on there As if you could reach out and touch it by hand A portal to times spent with two feet on land Drifting through your memories in the sands Turning through the pages with both hands All the dates are wrong Hazy in the long run Letting you run free Where you wanna be Drifting through your memories in the sands Turning through the pages with both hands Tearing at the seams Nightmares and in dreams Waited now it's gone Late again as always Twisting, turning You get a stronger yearning Nothing else was quite what it seemed And now you are returning We don't want more Put it down it's time to Check back Don't mind that Wishing for past times under the sun Feeling much older in more ways than one Cutting the daydream you hear in your ear The voice that says "Oh please take me back there." Drifting through your memories in the sands Turning through the pages with both hands All the dates are wrong Hazy in the long run Letting you run free Where you wanna be Drifting through your memories in the sands Turning through the pages with both hands Tearing at the seams Nightmares and in dreams Waited now it's gone Late again as always It looks scary and I give it to- (Laughter)