Days of Youth

For those few years of cutting across spring fields on a bicycle. You never actually went to the white city on the horizon, but it sat at the edge of your vision every day as a someday-place. The clean guitar riff moves at the speed of after-school wind. You picked flowers without knowing their names and put them in the basket for no one in particular. There's no errand back in those days — but for the length of this song, you get to ride alongside.