I counted the stars on the 4th of July, wishing we were rockets bursting into the sky, talking about redemption and leaving things behind. As the sun sank west of Mendocino County, my friend. As fierce as Monday morning, feeling washed away, an orchestrated paradise couldn't make you stay. As the sun sank west of Mendocino County, my friend. I have these pictures and I keep these photographs to remind me of a time. These pictures and these photographs let me know I'm doing fine. I used to make you happy once upon a time. As the sun sank west of Mendocino County, my friend. The two of us together felt nothing but a riot, feeling nearly mortal every Friday night. Lost in our convictions, lips stained with wine. As the sun sank west of Mendocino County, my friend. I have these pictures and I keep these photographs to remind me of a time. These pictures and these photographs let me know I'm doing fine. We used to be so happy once upon a time. As the sun sank west of Mendocino County, my friend. I don't talk to you too much these days. I just thank the Lord pictures don't fade. I spent time with an angel, still passing through. Now all that's left is this image of you. I counted the stars on the 4th of July. Wishing we were rockets bursting into the sky. Talking about rejection and leaving things behind. I have these pictures and I keep these photographs to remind me of a time. These pictures and these photographs let me know I'm doing fine. We used to be so happy once upon a time. As the sun sank west of Mendocino County, my friend. As the sun sank west of Mendocino County, my friend. Of Mendocino County, my friend. Of Mendocino County, my friend. Of Mendocino County, my friend.