Song | Medina Daydreaming |
Artist | Trent Willmon |
Album | Trent Willmon |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Willmon | |
I'm on the 28th floor looking out through the window | |
My boots are propped up on my desk | |
They pay me good money to contribute | |
I know But | |
I'm Medina daydreamin' again | |
A girl down in | |
Texas eyes like bluebonnets | |
Freckles and hair almost black | |
Like the dam had just broken on old | |
Lake Medina | |
My Carissa held nothin' back | |
Ten years have gone by, we've gone on with our lives | |
But I can't get it out of my head | |
I should stop reminiscing but | |
I catch myself drifting | |
Medina daydreamin' again (Chorus) | |
I don't know what cause my thought to get lost | |
In this magical wrinkle in time that hill country river | |
Oh the way that | |
I loved her keeps winding its way through my mind | |
We spent the whole summer holding on to each other | |
Nothing else mattered back then | |
But each morning would find us in the shade of a cyprus | |
Medina daydreamin' again | |
We'd ride the tubes down to the place that we'd found | |
Pretend it was our own | |
Where the live oaks had hidden | |
A little limestone cabin | |
Had to be a hundred years old | |
We used to say we'd buy it someday | |
That's where we'd raise all our kids | |
Then we'd pop the top on a lone star | |
And drift down to the sand bar | |
Medina daydreamin' again (Repeart Chorus) | |
Now sometimes | |
I wonder What became of her | |
If she ever thinks about me | |
And I try to imagine | |
What might of happened | |
If I hadn't been so young and naive | |
If I could go back somehow | |
With what | |
I know now | |
I can almost see what might've been | |
I should give a call, but wait, | |
What am I thinkin' y'all | |
I'm Medina daydreamin' again | |
I'm dreamin' again |
zuo qu : Willmon | |
I' m on the 28th floor looking out through the window | |
My boots are propped up on my desk | |
They pay me good money to contribute | |
I know But | |
I' m Medina daydreamin' again | |
A girl down in | |
Texas eyes like bluebonnets | |
Freckles and hair almost black | |
Like the dam had just broken on old | |
Lake Medina | |
My Carissa held nothin' back | |
Ten years have gone by, we' ve gone on with our lives | |
But I can' t get it out of my head | |
I should stop reminiscing but | |
I catch myself drifting | |
Medina daydreamin' again Chorus | |
I don' t know what cause my thought to get lost | |
In this magical wrinkle in time that hill country river | |
Oh the way that | |
I loved her keeps winding its way through my mind | |
We spent the whole summer holding on to each other | |
Nothing else mattered back then | |
But each morning would find us in the shade of a cyprus | |
Medina daydreamin' again | |
We' d ride the tubes down to the place that we' d found | |
Pretend it was our own | |
Where the live oaks had hidden | |
A little limestone cabin | |
Had to be a hundred years old | |
We used to say we' d buy it someday | |
That' s where we' d raise all our kids | |
Then we' d pop the top on a lone star | |
And drift down to the sand bar | |
Medina daydreamin' again Repeart Chorus | |
Now sometimes | |
I wonder What became of her | |
If she ever thinks about me | |
And I try to imagine | |
What might of happened | |
If I hadn' t been so young and naive | |
If I could go back somehow | |
With what | |
I know now | |
I can almost see what might' ve been | |
I should give a call, but wait, | |
What am I thinkin' y' all | |
I' m Medina daydreamin' again | |
I' m dreamin' again |
zuò qǔ : Willmon | |
I' m on the 28th floor looking out through the window | |
My boots are propped up on my desk | |
They pay me good money to contribute | |
I know But | |
I' m Medina daydreamin' again | |
A girl down in | |
Texas eyes like bluebonnets | |
Freckles and hair almost black | |
Like the dam had just broken on old | |
Lake Medina | |
My Carissa held nothin' back | |
Ten years have gone by, we' ve gone on with our lives | |
But I can' t get it out of my head | |
I should stop reminiscing but | |
I catch myself drifting | |
Medina daydreamin' again Chorus | |
I don' t know what cause my thought to get lost | |
In this magical wrinkle in time that hill country river | |
Oh the way that | |
I loved her keeps winding its way through my mind | |
We spent the whole summer holding on to each other | |
Nothing else mattered back then | |
But each morning would find us in the shade of a cyprus | |
Medina daydreamin' again | |
We' d ride the tubes down to the place that we' d found | |
Pretend it was our own | |
Where the live oaks had hidden | |
A little limestone cabin | |
Had to be a hundred years old | |
We used to say we' d buy it someday | |
That' s where we' d raise all our kids | |
Then we' d pop the top on a lone star | |
And drift down to the sand bar | |
Medina daydreamin' again Repeart Chorus | |
Now sometimes | |
I wonder What became of her | |
If she ever thinks about me | |
And I try to imagine | |
What might of happened | |
If I hadn' t been so young and naive | |
If I could go back somehow | |
With what | |
I know now | |
I can almost see what might' ve been | |
I should give a call, but wait, | |
What am I thinkin' y' all | |
I' m Medina daydreamin' again | |
I' m dreamin' again |