C A little boy and me when fishing in a wooden boat Sitting there for hours in the cold Patience is a virtual till we die Then a ripple in the water caught my eye
F G Some times we don't know what were waiting for C F and thats the time to be the first one on the dance floor
F G we go from green to blue to gold to black
F C Breathe deep who knows how long this will last
Only was last week I learnt to drive Stole my mother's keys and drove all night Christine never showed it's 4 am Started up mum's car drove home again.
One year ago I kissed my bride Now I wait to hear my baby's cry Woman showed me all that she knew then To cut himself down man's born again.
Christine died and now I'm here alone What I wouldn't give to be on that wooden boat.
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