The Patio by the River: A Vinings Sunset

Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
On the banks of the Chattahoochee, 1978,
Vinings sun dipping low, painting the water gold.
We sat at table seven, under that striped umbrella,
The one with the frayed edge from too many storms.
You ordered the grilled trout, fresh from the river's bend,
I had the salad with pecans from down the road.
The air carried jasmine from the overgrown bank,
And laughter from the couple at the rail, watching kayaks glide.

[Chorus]
Oh, Patio by the River, your wooden deck creaks still in my dreams,
Chattahoochee flowing endless, carrying our whispers away.
Sunset at 3100 Akers Mill Road, where time slowed to a bossa sway,
We raised glasses to the current, clinking ice like old friends.

[Verse 2]
Remember that spring evening in '92,
Azaleas blooming wild along the path to the door.
The waiter, old Jim with his crooked tie,
Brought extra bread, warm from the oven, no charge.
We talked of nothing much — the flood of '84,
How the water rose but spared the sun umbrellas.
Birds dipped low over the surface, stealing glances,
While the breeze teased the napkins, threatening flight.

[Chorus]
Oh, Patio by the River, your wooden deck creaks still in my dreams,
Chattahoochee flowing endless, carrying our whispers away.
Sunset at 3100 Akers Mill Road, where time slowed to a bossa sway,
We raised glasses to the current, clinking ice like old friends.

[Bridge]
Now Canoe sits there, same bend in the river,
But it's not the same without your frayed umbrellas,
Without the way the light hit the water just so,
Turning ordinary dinners into something like forever.
A quiet joke: the river never closes, but we did.

[Outro]
Fade with the sunset, Vinings Patio,
Chattahoochee keeps rolling, holding our secrets.
One last clink for the road.