[drum solo, steel drums, bongos, and steel guitar]

[Verse 1]

You listened to the Lemonheads

and I chose to go with Toad,

Some friends swore by Marley

and some only Pearl Jam for the road,

And we were all stunned

the nights they went unplugged.

[Pre-Chorus]

We thought those mixtape summers

would never come undone…

[Chorus]

Couldn’t wait to play you

that new song about Ray,

Shame how everything turns

into nostalgia someday.

You always said life wasn’t easy—

but we’d never again be that free,

Running wild through the years

we swore would never leave.

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[Verse 2]

School of Fish on a portable radio

in a rented room by the Carolina dunes,,

Casting careless vibes like lines

thrown across a pier while the music boomed.

Meet me at the boathouse,

or down by Strawberry Banks

You warned me moments don’t stay—

and now they’re only a door

that memory keeps reopening

to show us who we were before.

[Chorus]

Couldn’t wait to play you

that new song about Ray,

Shame how everything turns

into nostalgia someday.

You always said life wasn’t easy—

but we’d never again be that free,

ghost in a decade

that still haunts inside of me.

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[Verse 3]

Back when space filled the floor

at the Peppermint Beach Club—

to watch Dave jam with Boyd -

just sand, sweat, and innocence.

Youth owned the summers,

though every grown-up warned

no season holds forever—

and now that advice

feels heartbreakingly clever.

whether never taken

forever together is what we swore.

The Smiths kept our vibe alive,

A Tribe called from the stereo,

And we kept the world spinning

just by giving it a go.

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[Outro]

Jump into my beat-up car—

head east until the coastline glows,

Catch another midnight show

while Friday night drifts into another day.

Not sure what ever happened to Ray…

maybe we all share his fate.

[Final Chorus]

Couldn’t wait to play you

that new song about Ray,

Now it’s all just nostalgia

slowly fading to gray.

You said life wasn’t easy—

but youth was the one thing we got for free.

And maybe this is as good as it gets—

singing the Lemonheads

again and again

to feel alive like we did back then

La La Lemonheads one more time again.