St. Paul

Tall Grasses blow into the summer wind
Makes me think in Saint Paul, makes me think go home
Riding into way back
Looking at people with my best friend
Skining my nails on the sidewall running home, to my family
I stilling looking, I stilling looking
Sometimes in my dreams i do, all the things that i did, here in my old home
I have friends that come, friends that gone
A friends that have been around for quiet long
I have my mom, i have my dad, and i have my sister, and you
Skining my nails on the sidewall running home, to my family
I stilling looking, I stilling looking
Sometimes in my dreams i do, all the things that i did, here in my old home
I fall in sleep in the sun, fall in sleep when the day is gone
And i wake up in loud, wake up with the sky above
And i hold your hand under the street light, hold your hand and i feal the night
I hold your hand at home