Set out for the Bowling Ball Sea Go on an adventure on the lawns That late afternoon in the box We saw God in...
You've got to choose one From a bunch of balls in the play yard You're determined only to accept what you can see The damp sound of a shooting ball Someone's small scream toward the sky The row of lockers in the empty corridor The secret notes posted on the back of the photo lab door
Set out for the Bowling Ball Sea Go on an adventure on the lawns That late afternoon in the box We saw God in sunlight Those magical days keep questioning me Gun salutes are fired everywhere It's alright I remember sometimes The time we chose what to bring on the journey
Make a toast in the fast food restaurant Noise of many people's voices leads me to the dusty dim room Let those creaks pass Otherwise you'll be lost in the notebook
The basketball bouncing down the basement stairs The black one-star shoes Repeated two chords The green night walking by a swimming pool The remains of the wet ghosts The paper plane flying from the window
Set out for the Bowling Ball Sea Go on an adventure on the lawns That late afternoon in the box We saw God in sunlight Those magical days keep questioning me Gun salutes are fired everywhere It's alright I remember sometimes The time we chose what to bring on the journey
