The Flute Player

She sat on the first row I was on the last Summer Trip to DC We all had a blast Peelin off your Band Suit On a Friday Night Bus Ride Kissin in the darkness Fighting with your Daisy Dukes [Chorus] Summer’s Comin round the Bend What a lovely ride it’s been I found your heart in 7th grade and Lost it on a Saturday Where are you? Who am I? Will I ever find me Well I guess I can try… Senior Year, a Rainy Day We snuck outside to flirt and play Dancin in the Rain with you Your Red cheeks started turning blue We locked eyes, but we didn’t kiss I was hers, and you were his [Chorus] Summer’s Comin round the Bend What a lovely ride it’s been I found your heart in 7th grade and Lost it on a Saturday Where are you? Who am I? Will I ever find me Well I guess I can try… College Comes and People Go all the things I used to know have vanished into memories a forest with a million trees [Chorus] Summer’s Comin round the Bend What a lovely ride it’s been I found your heart in 7th grade and Lost it on a Saturday Where are you? Who am I? Will I ever find me Well I guess I can try…