A little boy me went fishing in a wooden boat Sitting there for hours in the cold Patience is a virtue till we die Then a ripple in the water chaught my eyes
Sometimes we don't know what we're waiting for That's the time to be the first one on the dancefloor We go from green to blue to gold to black Breathe deep, who knows how long this will last
Only was last weekend learned to drive Stole my Mother's keys and drove all night Christine never showed it's 4am 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 bron again
Christine died and now I'm here alone What I wouldn't give to be on that wooden boat