The Patio by the River: A Vinings Sunset

Lyrics

[Intro]
River slow...
The light goes gold...

[Verse 1]
Twenty-eight eighty-one Cobb Parkway.
You always found the turn-off, even in the dark.
White cloth on the table, a little damp from the air.
A single candle waiting for a match.
We always asked for the one closest to the bank.
So close you could hear the current pull the leaves along.
That was our place.

[Chorus]
And the sun went down on the Chattahoochee.
Spilling that Vinings gold across the water.
Quiet.
So quiet.
Just the sound of the river talking low,
and the flicker in the wine glass.
That was all the music we needed.

[Verse 2]
You were talking about some deal, I think.
Something about Paul Duke's original vision for the land.
And I was just watching the candle flame bend in the breeze.
Smelling the honeysuckle from the far bank.
Thick as a promise.
I remember thinking, this is it.
This perfect, simple, Tuesday evening.
Nineteen eighty-seven.

[Chorus]
And the sun went down on the Chattahoochee.
Spilling that Vinings gold across the water.
Quiet.
So quiet.
Just the sound of the river talking low,
and the flicker in your eyes.
That was all the music we needed.

[Bridge]
The river still knows that bend.
Sometimes it rose up to claim the flagstones, they said.
A little reminder of who was really in charge.
Now there’s nothing left on the shore to warn.
Just the water, moving on.

[Outro]
Just the river...
And that Vinings gold...
fading.