Rush of wind goes through the palms
it's Sabbath and I'm reading Psalms
I had a plan to sit by the pool
but the weather is a bit too cool
my roommate's painting in the shed
I decided to write poetry instead
I'm thinking 'bout our talk yesterday
and all the things I wanted to say
you always seem to cut things short
and I'm just try to be a good sport
texting just is not your style
and I'd rather hang out for a while
so invite me out and I'll say yes
and maybe God can both us bless