Amram

I know I'm a bit late to this conversation haha, but I was reading old posts and thinking about this. Based on a true story where a couple got married, and died in a car crash Sept. 27, 1927 The Love Beneath the Willows He's got the keys to a old black chevy. She's got his heart and a wedding band. Leaving town on the day they married, set to start a life well spent. Pinned to her dress is a rosebud flower. Nothing but future, up ahead. Put in some fuel at the service station. Sun is setting on their plans. And the fog is rolling over. Life's a curve, running 'round the bend. While everybody else gets older, they won't even cross that bridge. Just out of town was an open quarry, by the river, just before you'd cross. The turn that tends to twist this story, starts in the mem'ry of what they lost. Pinned to her dress was some rosebud flowers. Nothing but future, up ahead. Beneath the tears of autumn showers. Sun is setting, just to rise again. They poured water in the old clay quarry that pond of pain became a park. Now the love beneath the willows is where the local prom will start. Pinned to her dress is an open flower. Nothing but future, up ahead. All the girls dress up for hours, for picture-perfect photographs (Realized this wasn't in the news over last six monthes, was too concentrated on the structure lol)

Been thinking about this one for a little while, but was inspired to put some finishing touches on it. Before We're Too Old Water droplets on the edge of a can. Butterscotch kisses, turn on my jam. I’ve got my worst pair of jeans and best set of shades, lying in the sand sipping pink lemonade. Ashes to splashes, dust to dawn, We're red-dirt living on old, beach songs. The campfire's burning and the water's still cold, but we're gonna live young, before we're too old. My heart's beating faster like a bird in breeze, the longer she's laughing and staring at me. That girl's got my attention like the heat of day my constant affection, like the sting of a ray. Ashes to splashes, dust to dawn, We're red-dirt living on coastal songs. The campfire's burning and the water's still cold, but we're gonna live young, before we're too old. Someday I'll save this moment somewhere in my mind, but today I'll live knowing you can only spend time. Ashes to splashes, dust to dawn, red-dirt living on coastal songs. The campfire's burning and the water's still cold, but we're gonna live young, before we're too old.

Haha, what a great name.