Summer is like a dream
The one without the chill of winter winds
Or the pretty oranges and browns of autumn leaves that fall unto the earth
Where the flowers bloom and bees a-buzzing along
Yes, summer is like a dream
A dream where the sun reaches into places that's never seen the sun before
The smell of roses in the heat is sweet
The feeling of sweat rolling down my cheeks reminds me of my youth
The floaty dresses, the loose pants
The sunglasses and widebrimmed hats
And all the picnics under the shade of cool trees
I still taste the taste of peaches on my tongue
And feel the feeling of the dirt and grass beneath my palms
The gentle strum of a guitar during a scorching hot night
The tender breeze against my skin, I can still feel it
Everything is foreign and all too familiar at the same time
Because summer is like a dream.