It was 1989 my thoughts were short my hair was long
Caught somewhere between a boy and man,
She was 17 and she was far from in-between
It was summer-time in Northern Michigan
Splashing through the sand-bar, talking by the camp fire,
It’s the simple things in life like when and where
We didn’t have no internet but man I never will forget
The way the moon light shined upon her hair
And, we were trying different …





