And I will bury the bones of the summer spent away from home, And I will color the roses colors you have never seen before, And I will write this poetry in baseball mitts and bus tickets, The various guest bedrooms that I have slept in Do doo doo doo doo doo Do doo doo doo doo doo Do doo doo doo doo doo Do doo doo doo doo doo And I'll teach you how to skip stones if you forget your phone The ocean sings so breathlessly I hope to God you get a good night's sleep Right here by the old pine tree Right here, right next to me Right here by the old pine tree Right here, right next to me And I will bury the bones of the summer spent away from home, And I will color the roses colors you have never seen before, And I will write this poetry in baseball mitts and bus tickets, The various guest bedrooms that I have slept in Do doo doo doo doo doo Do doo doo doo doo doo Do doo doo doo doo doo Do doo doo doo doo doo And I've been getting stoned off the winter's, winter's soul And blueberry wants to be chocolates And trace figure-eights in your skin And I've been keeping conversations With Forrest whether the box can win It's the longest, longest winter around Longest, longest winter around Longest, longest winter around Longest, longest winter around Longest, longest winter around Longest, longest winter around Longest, longest winter around Longest, longest winter around