Lyrics

Tossing small stones at your window, the only thing I wanted to do
You answered my call and before very long, I was running upstairs to you
But most summer days you were too far away, back to your roots in Ohio
Back to the farms and out of my arms, making my time go so slow

A drive to the beach on a winter’s day, sipping hot tea in my van
We were so in our world that we never even heard a ticket being written by the man
A kiss through the screen / three blinks of the light / was how we said our good-nights
I’d draw the shape of a heart on the nape of your neck / just to make everything alright

But oh, those early days and our innocent ways
So simple, and not too sinful

We traveled across the country and back in the summer of ‘76
Expanding our own horizons and a transmission we had to fix
Got home with hardly a dollar but a million in memories
Just in time to start our new jobs hey another necessity

Sharing two rooms, a place of our own, was freedom for us defined
A plastic brick wall and an old pull-out couch - Lord we were so refined!
Our city commutes, well there were some hoots, but done for money & love
Then tying the knot for better or naught, a day we really dreamed of

Oh, those early days and our innocent ways
So simple and not too sinful
Oh, those were times that we’ll never forget
You know the days/ of Fringes and Tinsel

Then moving Midwest, raising two kids our best, for nigh on 20-odd years
Then time to move on, trade snow for the sun, and find myself a new career
We found a small place not far from the coast - baby we were blessed
To get another new start but then hard on our hearts, ‘twas too soon an empty nest

Now 16 years on through the good and the bad and myriad faults of mine
Working from home, my musical tomes, at night too much red wine
Now another new chapter is at our door and opening right before us
So I’ll have to end this song before very long with a closing chorus

But oh those early days and our innocent ways
So simple and not too sinful
Oh, those were times that we’ll never forget
You’ll know the days of Fringes and Tinsel