First love’s a promise, you won’t think you’ll fall.
We were just kids, didn’t know what love was,
Late-night talks and scribbled hearts on our books.
Laughed too loud, got on everybody’s nerves,
Didn’t need much, just the two of us.
You’re my favorite line in every song,
You’re the reason I go on.
Don’t call it a summer fling,
Cause you gave me a paper ring.
Your name’s still there on my old notebook page.
Fingers strum in the summer breeze
Wonder if you still think of me
Faded ink, but I still see your face.
They said we were young,
But our love lives on in every song.
We sang our hearts out in the back of your car,
Reckless teens, counting dreams like they’d take us far.
Didn’t know then how fast things change,
But first love memories never really fade.
You’re my favorite line in every song,
You’re the reason I go on.
Don’t call it a summer fling,
Cause you gave me a paper ring.
Your name’s still there on my old notebook page.
Fingers strum in the summer breeze
Wonder if you still think of me
Faded ink, but I still see your face.
They said we were young,
But our love lives on in every song.
I have no idea how I get through it. I play the chords with muscle memory, feeling the notes run through my veins, while my brain spins in a fog. The vibration of the guitar presses against my ribs, each note pulsing through me. Josh’s voice weaves through mine like we never stopped making music together—safe and familiar, brand new and exciting all at once. It’s as if the music can explain everything we can’t. The interview ends with Jim plugging the Labor Day weekend concert, and we wrap things up with a commercial break.
