I remember the time when she held in my hand And she told me a story of love And she talked about people that don’t understand That a word can mean more than a lot When I drove her home that night I saw a flash in her eyes Her lateness will always be soon When I go back to old lagoon. She dreamed of a world where the bad have no space And time is a matter of time She was as clear as the rain in her face She knew that she’d always be fine I saw her through a broken glass Where thousands of images rest Why am I in such gloom? I wanna go back to old lagoon. I don’t believe that words can describe The empty space that she’s left Walking for roads and highways in her life I know that she may be somewhere I’m sure that she remembers me But she just wants to be free Her flashlight is always the moon When she goes down to old lagoon.