Monday, September 20, 2004

Yellow Lemons In The Sun

(V1)
Waking up completely lost under clean blue skies,
Today I’m not gonna take the time to stop and wonder why
I’m already walking, dodging lemons on the ground
Strange reminders that what’s lost isn’t always found

(C1)
The grass is getting beaten down, there’s used lemons everywhere
Drying lemons cut in half, up from the grass they stare
Like fingerprints or photographs just fragments of the past
Each can tell a story, but first they must be asked

(V2)
Barefoot off and wandering, music ringing in my ear
The sudden thought occurs to me, I’m thinking much too clear
Time to pause under a shady tree, a good place to enjoy
Watching over fairytales, amusing girls and boys

(C2)
The grass is getting beaten down, yellow lemons everywhere
Drying in the summer sun can you see them stare?
Just fingerprints or photographs, lost fragments of the past
Each lemon tells a story if you can learn to ask

(V3)
Moving on to see the sights just waiting to be seen
Thousands bathed in gleaming light as if in a dream
Each one dances burning, all melting into one
Celebrating leftover lemons under the summer sun

(C1-C2)
The grass is getting beaten down, there’s used lemons everywhere
Drying lemons cut in half, up from the grass they stare
Like fingerprints or photographs just fragments of the past
Each can tell a story, but first they must be asked
The grass is getting beaten down, yellow lemons everywhere
Drying in the summer sun can you see them stare?
Just fingerprints or photographs, lost fragments of the past
Each lemon tells a story if you can learn to ask

(V3)
So when you see a lemon staring up from beaten grass,
Take some time to daydream about the lemon you just passed
Maybe imagine sunny skies as far as the eye can see,
Or maybe stop to admire all your yellow memories

(C3)
We’ll walk on grass that’s beaten down, yellow memories everywhere,
Glistening in the summer sun we’ll together feel them stare,
Crack a smile at an old friend’s joke, and laugh at all that’s passed
Every moment is a story, and I’m so glad you asked


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