Gunning for Aquinnah

A tour of city benches Each one brought us closer to Our big island adventure The moments passed like bullet trains We talked of toxic people They don't have a clue what consequence is You mentioned your freedom You didn't like the catch it came with Little girl stone-thrower Demanded respect from me Well how could I say no when She chucked one at my baby toe? We were gunning for Aquinnah That kid said this road would take us there We didn't make it home for dinner And I'm sure you're working hard This year Will have to end up better Don't you get tired of saying that? I think I'm finally gonna write you that letter Of all those pretty sights I saw These cliffs And the ocean blue There was nothing for miles In my head, it was just you You know that it was nothing personal Yeah, I'd just never been the one to leave before We were gunning for Aquinnah And I will try to miss you better I will try to miss you better next time We were gunning for Aquinnah And I will try to miss you better Yeah, I will try to miss you better next time