i'm ready for summer
i'm done with the road
i'm tired of the same old thing
i'm sick of granola bars
this isn't fun anymore
i wanna throw my maps in the garbage
i wanna hang out with friends
i wanna sit on the porch
and look at the full moon
over the mountains
with the faint sound
of camper's getting ready for bed
i'm ready to meet people
i've never met
do something of worth
light a camp fire
breathe in the smoke
sing songs
make memories
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment