the window looked out to the lake the walls smelled of a hundred years of hard days the windsurfer stayed in my mind watching them surf as the hours passed by who would have thought i d be hoping to get back now who would have thought i d be hoping to get back now we walked in the night past the pines the graveyard told stories of everyone s lives we walked in the night past the pines and every day i still go back to that time the library smelled of old books a closet was filled with the things that we took the roads were all covered in stone we wear our bare feet when we made our way home and who would have thought i d be hoping to get back now who would have thought i d be hoping to get back now we walked in the night past the pines the graveyard told stories of everyone s lives we walked in the night past the pines and every day i still go back to that time my brother looked out to the city and he smiled my brother looked out to the city and he smiled we walked in the night past the pines the graveyard told stories of everyone s lives we walked in the night past the pines and every day i still go back to that time and every day i still go back to that time