Dear Nora
There's a lot that's changed this year
I'm still thinking 'bout
Swimming in Seattle
And when I got out
I wasn't even cold
My toes sunk
In the squishy ground below
In SF we were driving over bridges
We were sinking to 'I heard It Through The Grapevine'
Cleo was tired
Harmony was hyper
We switched driving
In the middle of the highway
Dear Nora
There's a lot that's changed this year
I'm still thinking 'bout
Swimming in Seattle
