C
A little boy and me when fishing in a wooden boat
Sitting there for hours in the cold
Patience is a virtual till we die
Then a ripple in the water caught my eye
F
Some times we don't know what were waiting for
G
C F
and thats the time to be the first one on the dance floor
F G
we go from green to blue to gold to black
F C
Breathe deep who knows how long this will last