Still Coming Down

Her blond hair blowing in the warm wind
Dirt road showing where we'd been
Throw it into "park" when it's getting dark
Behind a bale of hay
Listening to the rhythm of a pumpjack
Sipping on a Coca Cola six-pack
Swinging our feet to the steady creak of that old tail gate

Left the radio on and didn't say a word
Let down her hair and took off my shirt

We were high on summer loving
We would fly and never leave the ground
We were high on kissing and hugging
And even when I think about it now
I'm still coming down

Hiding in a bed of sunflowers
Kissing on each other for hours
And feeling that rush from the first touch
Of that love we made
We weren't drinking beer
We weren't smoking pot
But it sure wasn't pretty when we got caught

We were high on summer loving
We would fly and never leave the ground
We were high on kissing and hugging
And even when I think about it now
I'm still coming down

I wonder if she's still around
And if she ever thinks about
Us living in the clouds...

Back when we were high on summer loving
We would fly and never leave the ground
Man, we were high on kissing and hugging
And even when I think about it now
Oh, even when I think about it now
I'm still coming down
Still coming down, oh
Still coming down