Hollyridge

Hollyridge, beach wood ain't the same With boxes to the ceiling with our names Summer nights we come and go away But we can't stay here anymore

Oh, oh We can't, we can't stay here anymore

Now the dog is playing in the yard Underneath the tree our names are carved I wonder if the house knows where we are But I don't, I don't remember anymore

Oh, oh I don't, I don't remember anymore Oh, oh I don't, I don't remember anymore