Panama City

We hit that liquor store

By the county line

Whipped out a fake ID

I got from a friend of mine

We made our getaway

Due south to the gulf shore sand

You were looking like a woman child

I was feeling like a full grown man

We had a bottle of silver

And a bottle of sapphire

An Indian blanket

And a beachfront bonfire

We watched the moon

Ship wreck on the water

I don't remember

A night much hotter

You were lying on the hood of my car

And I was strumming on that old guitar

And we were looking for the northern star

And midnight played like a drive in scene

You were doing Liz Taylor

I was doing James Dean

And I loved you as much as I could at 18

With sand in your hair and sand in my jeans

It was so right

All night

And the sunset looked like an airbrushed T-shirt

Sewed on the street in Panama City

I grabbed the camera and snapped off the picture

You said love

Ain't it a pitty

Someday this moment will fade away

Replaced by a photograph

Like the way we remember the words to a joke

And forgot how hard it made us laugh

Made us laugh

We had a bottle of silver

And a bottle of sapphire

An Indian blanket

And a beachfront bonfire

We watched the moon

Ship wreck in the distant blue

God I miss that summer

But not as much as I miss you

I miss you