Well I am going to go ahed and post song lyrics...its been awhile since I have done it so its alright in my book.  I just have to say rock on for iPod shuffle mode.  This came up and I couldnt believe this song.  It is perfect for this summer and I wanted to share it.

 

Third Eye Blind- Motorcycle Driveby

 

Summer time and the wind is blowing, outside in lower Chelsea.
And I dont know what I'm doing in this city,
The sun is always in my eyes,
It crashes through the windows, and I'm sleeping on the couch,
When I came to visit you,
Thats when I knew that I could never have you,
I knew that before you did,
Still I'm the one who's stupid
And theres this burning, like there's always been,
I've never been so alone, and I've never been so alive.

Visions of you on a motorcycle drive by,
The cigarette ash flies in your eyes, and you dont mind, you smile,
And say the world doesnt fit with you.
I dont believe you, you're so serene.
Careening through the universe, your axis on a tilt, you're guiltless and free,
I hope you take a piece of me with you,
And there's things I'd like to do that you dont believe in,
I would like to build something, but you'd never see it happen
And theres this burning, like theres always been,
I've never been so alone, and I've, I've never been so alive,

And there's this burning, ah ha, there was this burning. aye yie yie

Where's the soul. I want to know, New York City's evil.
The surface is everything, but I could never do that,
Someone would see through that.
And this is the last time, we'll be friends again.
And I'll get over you, you'll wonder, who I am.
And there's this burning, just like there's always been,
I've never been so alone, alone, and I've, and I've, I've never been so alive, so alive

I go home to the coast. It starts to rain, I paddle out on the water alone,
Taste the salt and taste the pain. I'm not thinking of you again,
Summer dies and swells rise, the sun goes down in my eyes, see this rolling wave, darkly coming to take me, home,
And I never been so alone, and I've never been so alive.

The Journies
Eric Strimple

The paths we walk through these skies
Full of potential and traces of old selves
Are laced with hope, laughs, and sighs
As we put our memories upon lofty shelves
Inside our minds safely away from all doubt
When we have come closer to the village ahead
Our regrets we strive to clean up and clear out
To be gone when our friends remember the dead
Scars remind us of the stumbling stones left behind
As we pave the way for those to follow our trail
Hoping that what was lost to us, they can find
Once we have reached the ending and set sail
The destination looks small in the distance
But the length of the journey is unknown
Because we can be there in an instance
Or the miles could tire us to the bone