Window looked out to the lake
The walls smelled of a hundred years of hard days
The windsurfer stayed in my mind
Watching them surf as the hours passed by
Who would have thought I'd be hoping to get back now?
Who would have thought I'd be hoping to get back now?
We walked in the night past the pines
The graveyard told stories of everyone's lives
We walked in the night past the pines
And every day I still go back to that time
The library smelled of old books
A closet was filled with the things that we took
The roads were all covered in stone
We wear our bare feet when we made our way home
And who would have thought I'd be hoping to get back now?
Who would have thought I'd be hoping to get back now?
We walked in the night past the pines
The graveyard told stories of everyone's lives
We walked in the night past the pines
And every day I still go back to that time
My brother looked out to the city and he smiled
My brother looked out to the city and he smiled
We walked in the night past the pines
The graveyard told stories of everyone's lives
We walked in the night past the pines
And every day I still go back to that time
And every day I still go back to that time
The Strumbellas - Windsurfers Lyrics
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Window looked out to the lake
The walls smelled of a hundred years of hard days
The windsurfer stayed in my mind
Watching them surf as the hours passed by
Who would have thought I'd be hoping to get back now?
Who would have thought I'd be hoping to get back now?
We walked in the night past the pines
The graveyard told stories of everyone's lives
We walked in the night past the pines
And every day I still go back to that time
The library smelled of old books
A closet was filled with the things that we took
The roads were all covered in stone
We wear our bare feet when we made our way home
And who would have thought I'd be hoping to get back now?
Who would have thought I'd be hoping to get back now?
We walked in the night past the pines
The graveyard told stories of everyone's lives
We walked in the night past the pines
And every day I still go back to that time
My brother looked out to the city and he smiled
My brother looked out to the city and he smiled
We walked in the night past the pines
The graveyard told stories of everyone's lives
We walked in the night past the pines
And every day I still go back to that time
And every day I still go back to that time
The walls smelled of a hundred years of hard days
The windsurfer stayed in my mind
Watching them surf as the hours passed by
Who would have thought I'd be hoping to get back now?
Who would have thought I'd be hoping to get back now?
We walked in the night past the pines
The graveyard told stories of everyone's lives
We walked in the night past the pines
And every day I still go back to that time
The library smelled of old books
A closet was filled with the things that we took
The roads were all covered in stone
We wear our bare feet when we made our way home
And who would have thought I'd be hoping to get back now?
Who would have thought I'd be hoping to get back now?
We walked in the night past the pines
The graveyard told stories of everyone's lives
We walked in the night past the pines
And every day I still go back to that time
My brother looked out to the city and he smiled
My brother looked out to the city and he smiled
We walked in the night past the pines
The graveyard told stories of everyone's lives
We walked in the night past the pines
And every day I still go back to that time
And every day I still go back to that time
Writer: Jeremy Drury, Jonathan Hembrey, Darryl James, Isabel Cunningham Ritchie, David Ritter, Simon Alexander Ward
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Performed By: The Strumbellas
Length: 3:10
Written by: Jeremy Drury, Jonathan Hembrey, Darryl James, Isabel Cunningham Ritchie, David Ritter, Simon Alexander Ward