Blue Angels Air Show

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