There is nothing more satisfying 
Than the feel of the day’s end 
When the sun has beamed down 
Tanning my skin, bringing out my freckles
With the taste of salt and sweat lingering 
A plate full of fruits and crisp vegetables 
Giving a nice treatful, crisp bite by the pool
The lazy, hazy days of summer have arrived 
Wild, curly hair and sun-kissed shoulders 
Watching the sun sink into a cotton candy sky 
Driving along, Sledgehammer, by Peter Gabriel
Plays on the radio, in the background
Like a collect call winding back the clock
Reminding us of a different time 
Calling us back in to 
A place we wish we could 
Forever call home.