Ode to the Butter Barn

For that time in my life that I'd go outside too proud and tall I couldn't write a song at all I couldn't feel the cutouts on my wall I'd feel the sunlight on my back The circles were a cluster of surfers and us aimless kids I told myself I couldn't quit So I hung out on the porch to sit The sunlight trickled in for a while I left my classes early for reasons I often don't understand To see you guys hanging at our pad With a cigarette and a book at hand And then we drifted off for a while