Windsurfers.
by the Strumbellas

The window looked out to the lake
The walls smelled of a 100 years of hard days
The windsurfer stayed in my mind
Watching them surf as the hours passed by
Who would have thought I’d be hoping to get back now
Who would have thought I’d be hoping to get back no

We walked in the night past the pines
The graveyard told stories of everyone’s lives
We walked in the night past the pines
And every day I still go back to that time

The library smelled of old books
A closet was filled with the things that we took
The roads were all covered in stone
We wear our bare feet when we made our way home
And who would have thought I’d be hoping to get back now
Who would have thought I’d be hoping to get back no

We walked in the night past the pines
The graveyard told stories of everyone’s lives
We walked in the night past the pines
And every day I still go back to that time

My brother looked out to the city and he smiled
My brother looked out to the city and he smile

We walked in the night past the pines
The graveyard told stories of everyone’s lives
We walked in the night past the pines
And every day I still go back to that time
And every day I still go back to that time

Songwriters: DRURY JEREMY / HEMBREY JONATHAN / JAMES DARRYL / RITCHIE ISABEL CUNNINGHAM / RITTER DAVID / WARD SIMON ALEXANDER

Windsurfers lyrics © Domino Publishing Co. Ltd., Domino Publishing Company Usa, Isabel Ritchie Music, S. WARD LTD., DGJJ INC., JONATHAN HEMBREY MUSIC, UNGUARDED MOMENT PUBLISHING, HOME STATE PUBLISHING, JEREMY DRURY MUSIC INC.


The graveyard told stories of everyone’s lives…

This line reminded me of another – in Elizabeth Gilbert’s book, Big Magic. We are all walking repositories of buried treasure. I think it was her that also talked about cemeteries being the most valuable land because they are filled with dreams left unfulfilled.

It all makes me think about the number of stories that go to the grave. And how important it is for us to write them down.