I'm thinking about you
And I remember everything, all of us
I look at the ocean
But still I can't see anything but all of us

The time of open hearts
The time before the rest of life begins
The learning who we are
What I'd give to be December boys again

Oh, in between a man and child
Homeless [bad word] wild
Everything on earth was worth a try
It took me by surprise, I felt so good to be alive

At last I think I know
The past is where we keep what might have been
But it's best to let it go
Cause we'll never be December boys again