drifting down the boulevard
with 2 cups of lemonade
it's homemade
sun is beaming in a perfect ray
i hum a sweet tune
you'll be here soon
clouds are hovering in a sweet array
you sit on the bench
melodies we play
wrapped up in the gentle breeze
a tap a stroke
we weave notes in between
even in the greyest hours
all I do is knock and
we do make good harmony
the dogs
they run
in the sun
clouds are hovering in a sweet array
you sit on the bench and we play
wrapped up in the gentle breeze
a tap a stroke
we weave notes in between
gentle leaves sway to and fro
the splendor scent of music
resonates
time goes sailing by
when you're around
let's set the sail high
I don't mind
sun falls
down the hill
living next door to you