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Two towels dry beside the door
Two boots rest on the wooden floor
The weirdest plans can turn out right
Wrong turns become the songs we write
Sticky popsicles drip on the deck
Grass tickles the back of my neck
We watch clouds slide across the sky
Lazy afternoons, just you and I
We split a peach under the pine
Your sticky hands fit into mine
We hum a tune we both know
And sing it loud wherever we go
Two towels dry beside the door
Two boots rest on the wooden floor
Your steady laugh is my steady ground
It steadies me when I spin around
Two towels dry beside the door
Two boots rest on the wooden floor
The weirdest plans can turn out right
Wrong turns become the songs we write
We split a peach under the pine
Your sticky hands fit into mine
We hum a tune we both know
And sing it loud wherever we go
Two towels dry beside the door
Two boots rest on the wooden floor
Your steady laugh is my steady ground
It steadies me when I spin around
Two towels dry beside the door
Two boots rest on the wooden floor
The weirdest plans can turn out right
Wrong turns become the songs we write
