I sing a song,
a song i sing,
sitting on a tire swing
Loving, living, breathing air
summer breeze blows in my hair
The birds disburse as notes fly away
Laughter echoes, as we sing all day
Blades of grass bow at our feet
as we dance to our own beat
clouds pass by the thoroughfare
up above, we lay and stare
Its not the time, the lack of DO's
that brings me here, this place, with you
Its through the DID's, as well, the DOES.
which we find time to spend, as US.
And though we drift our separate ways
when joy today, turns into days
and soon our thoughts forget this time
the time we spent, "wasting time"
And either we say "Yes i do"
or "what's that girls name, that once i knew?"
our paths were crossed and always will
a memory for when we're sad,