Little Girl Blue
Nostalgic Echoes: A Tale of Youthful Love and Lost Melodies
Lyrics
I remember you well, at your lemonade stand
I have vivid memories of you running a lemonade stand.
How the cool water dripped on your little, pink hands
Recalling the sensation of cool water dripping on your small, pink hands.
And how no one was buyin', but me and your mom
Not many people were buying lemonade except for me and your mom.
So you drank it yourself, 'til the streetlights came on
You ended up drinking the lemonade yourself until the streetlights came on.
Then, several years later, when the streetlights came on
Years later, we sneaked to the creek with rum and stolen cigarettes.
How we crept to the creek with a ball jar of rum
Referencing a shared secret moment by the creek after dark.
And a fistful of squares that you stole from your mom
You had a handful of cigarettes taken from your mom.
They curled up in rings on the tip of your tongue
The cigarettes curled up in smoke rings on your tongue.
Oh, but I never kissed you, my little girl blue
Despite the close connection, there was no romantic involvement.
Just spent my nights drawin' and thinkin' 'bout you
Spent nights drawing and thinking about the person.
Then, after high school, I had to leave town
After high school, the singer had to leave the town.
To sing for the swallows and sleep on the ground
Engaging in a lifestyle of singing for swallows and sleeping outdoors.
Guess I'll never know, if you think of me still
Uncertain if the person still thinks of the singer.
How we used to sneak out and get high on the hill
Recollection of sneaking out to get high on a hill together.
And how I tried to teach you the words to my song
Attempts to teach the person the lyrics of a song.
Just to watch the notes dance on the tip of your tongue
Observing the notes dance as the person attempts to sing.
I suppose you've grown older and hardened your hands
Presuming the person has grown older and experienced hardships.
You've forgotten my songs and your lemonade stand
Forgetting the songs and the lemonade stand from the past.
I imagine you're married, with kids of your own
Imagining the person is now married with children.
Whose lemonade tastes like the day I left home
Their children's lemonade reminiscent of the day the singer left home.
I never kissed you my little girl blue
Reiteration of not having kissed the person, the little girl blue.
Still sing to the moon, when I drink about you
Continuing to sing to the moon, reminiscing about the person.
I'm howlin' you into the song of this town
Expressing a connection between howling and being part of the town's song.
The owls and swallows will follow the sound
Believing that owls and swallows will follow the sound of the song.
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