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 stars 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 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 God I miss that summer But not as much as I miss you I miss you