Palms to Pines

Leaves blow on top of the snow It's 23 degrees outside We skipped the fall no cleanup at all Pulled the blankets up and stayed inside The beach sang called out our names We couldn't help but listen So we flew and the next thing we knew We were right where we had been missing We don't belong here We're from the old east coast What if we stayed here This place where we feel the most The sea spray in the heat of the day Water's warm and foamy We're smiling feeling high and I Don't want you to let go of me Smell of sunscreen and fresh mangosteen We picked up at the market We sit and watch the sun set I'm not ready for the dark yet We don't belong here We're from the old east coast What if we stayed here This place where we feel the most Just like that the present is past Though we savored every second It's time the palms turn to pines As the winter wind it beckons We belong here Here on the old east coast So we'll stay here The place that we love the most Place where we built our home