Coral Springs

She just wanted to feel no shame

She remembers being twenty-three

All my world is at the age

Now she seems to fear the coming week

I know that fear all too well

I feel like buying one-way window seats

'Cause I, too, dream of Coral Springs

And the warm hug of its sandy streets

But just wait, and you'll see

That the past ain't what it seems

I, too, dream of Coral Springs

And the warm hug of its sandy streets

But just wait, and you'll see

That the past ain't what it seems

It's weird, but, like, the more, or like, the older I get

The more I enjoy coming home, you know?

'Cause, like, when I was younger, I had the whole world ahead of me

And, I was just...

And, you know, every— anything seemed possible

So, like, as you get older, obviously, you become a little more cynical

But whenever I go home, it's almost like

Just the nostalgia alone kind of, like, recharges my wonder, and my...

My belief that anything is possible, so...