Sarah Buxton

It's the first time that I've been here
Since I was here with him.
I remember all the wildflowers,
Waving in the wind.
Life was an undiscovered river, and I was jumping in headfirst.

It was sink or swim, do or die,
Sneaking out on summer nights,
Stealing wine from my Pa,
The thrill of not getting caught.
Now and then I miss those days
But coming back to this place
I realize it ain't him I miss.
It's that young girl, wild-eyed, first love, one time innocence. Yeah.

We ran off to the cornfields just outside the county fair.
There were butterflies in my stomach
And fireflies in the air.
He tried hard not to show it,
Oh but he was just as scared as me.

It was sink or swim, do or die,
Sneaking out on summer nights,
Stealing wine from my Pa,
The thrill of not getting caught.
Now and then I miss those days
But coming back to this place
I realize it ain't him I miss.
It's that young girl, wild-eyed, first love, one time innocence.

And coming here has made me come to this:
The one thing I can't get back is the one thing I miss.
It was breaking rules, flying blind
What you see through younger eyes
It wasn't what I thought it was.
Man I swore he was the one.
Now and then I miss those days
But coming back to this place
I realize it ain't him I miss.
It's that young girl, wild-eyed, first love, one time innocence. Yeah.
It's that young girl, wile-eyed, first love, one time innocence, Yeah, it's that innocence.

Written by BUXTON, SARAH / STOVER, JEREMY / BERG, DAVID A. / MIDDLEMAN, GEORGIA
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group, CAL IV ENTERTAINMENT, LLC

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