Racing Days - Gunning for Aquinnah Lyrics

A tour of city benches
Each one brought us closer to
Our big island adventure
The moments passed like bullet trains
We talked of toxic people
They don't have a clue what consequence is
You mentioned your freedom
You didn't like the catch it came with
Little girl stone-thrower
Demanded respect from me
Well how could I say no when
She chucked one at my baby toe?
We were gunning for Aquinnah
That kid said this road would take us there
We didn't make it home for dinner
And I'm sure you're working hard
This year
Will have to end up better
Don't you get tired of saying that?
I think I'm finally gonna write you that letter
Of all those pretty sights I saw
These cliffs
And the ocean blue
There was nothing for miles
In my head, it was just you
You know that it was nothing personal
Yeah, I'd just never been the one to leave before
We were gunning for Aquinnah
And I will try to miss you better
I will try to miss you better next time
We were gunning for Aquinnah
And I will try to miss you better
Yeah, I will try to miss you better next time