[ Featuring Steven Bush ]
Summertime as a child
Back when we ran so wild
The salty air and the wind in my hair
We kick off our shoes and run
Down to the warm seashore
To feel the waves rushin' in
I dream of those simple times
In my mind
'Cause I'm reminiscing over favourite memories
Looking through old photographs
Of the friends that I have known
We wrote our names in the sand
Collecting shells and skimming stones
Oh, those endless days
When we wandered far from home
Hand-in-hand by the sea
Collecting shells and skimming stones
We met on the Ferris wheel
And kissed by the carousel
The gypsy had our fortune to tell
Her words didn't make much sense
She said we'd be forever friends
Sometimes I wonder where you are now
I dream of those simple times
In my mind
'Cause I'm reminiscing over favourite memories
Looking through old photographs
Of the friends that I have known
We wrote our names in the sand
Collecting shells and skimming stones
Oh, those endless days
When we drifted far from home
Hand-in-hand by the sea
Collecting shells and skimming stones
Collecting shells and skimming stones
Collecting shells and skimming stones
Skimming stones
Collecting shells and skimming stones
