Drinking by the Fire

Yeah . Yeah . Out here, where the fires meet the water

. Where the wild things run and the fire gets hotter.

Let me tell you about a night you won't forget. Truck parked by

the shoreline, cooler in the back. Bonfire crackling loud, yeah,

we way way off track. No cell phone signal and we don't

really care. Just the smell of smoke and the summer in the air.

Got my boots wet, chasing crawdads in the shallows. Moonlight bouncing off

the lake, yeah, we keep it mellow. Fishing poles leaning