Blue Angels Air Show - Bright Eyes

Claire’s turning blonde for the summer I guess

The sunlight just soaks into her hair

And she sits next to me on the motorboat

And shyly replies as to which boy she likes at her school

So I am reminded of things I’ve forgotten

The way doors can open and people just walk in

It’s not unexpected, no it’s just how you planned it

I’m beginning to think that it might never happen

But now it is happening

There’s a show we can see at the base outside of town

Where the planes they turn circles in the air

I watch you stand next to me with your hand over your mouth

And join the crowds heavy gasp

One for each time they pass overhead

So we’ve been selected in this beautiful lottery

We struggled so long but it ended so easy

It’s starting to surface, all golden and godlike

This feeling we had every day and every night

It bursts in an energy.

a door it is opening