Every single sunny day,
There's a magic place,
A brown bench by the baseball fields.
Such a basic grace,
When the sun shines down,
You and I walk the way.
Right on down to our favorite seat,
Whether its summer, whether its spring,
I can hold you all the same.
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 2:24 PM UTC
Every single sunny day,
There's a magic place,
A brown bench by the baseball fields.
Such a basic grace,
When the sun shines down,
You and I walk the way.
Right on down to our favorite seat,
Whether its summer, whether its spring,
I can hold you all the same.
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