Well, I’m thinkin’ about Half Moon Bay
and those egg sandwiches you would make,
All those black and white analog snapshots
you wanted to but didn’t have time to take
And I’m thinkin’ about that early Spring day
It was a bit foggy, you had something to say
When we were in that rowboat on Pinto Lake
When we were in that rowboat on Pinto Lake
I was wearing khaki shorts & a white pocket tee
You wore a gingham top and favorite ripped jeans
You brought a picnic basket with Martinelli’s,
Potato salad, French bread & freshly baked beans
And I wonder about all the reasons why my dear
You chose to tell me you weren’t gonna stay
When we were in that rowboat out on Pinto Lake
Oh, in that little rowboat out on Pinto Lake
We were from that place
That sleepy farm town
Filled with roses
Old friends
Ramsey Park
Where our Mothers
took us both to play
We were twenty-four
and we had planned
to move out of state
But you said you’ve packed
and was moving that very May
I’m sad and thinkin’ about that early Spring day
You brought me a bright yellow roses bouquet
My heart was breaking apart every which way
As you said what you needed to say
In that little rowboat with me out on Pinto Lake
In that little rowboat with me out on Pinto Lake.
May 15, 2018