The Lake

Well there's a tingle of warmth on the top of my skin

and the dog's running free with her big goofy grin.

The music is loud, and we're all so proud,
to be out at the lake once again

There are empty cans that were once full of beer

and that one girl I like is finally here.

I'm buzzed and excited, finally united,
out at the lake once again.

I made my way closer, and shot her a smile.

We laughed, and joked, and talked for a while.

She likes the dog more than me, I can't say I disagree,
when out at the lake once again.

At this point my best friend is utterly hammered.

His love of whisky he profoundly stammered.

He may throw up, but he'll never grow up,
out at the lake once again.

The water is cold and it cools the flesh.

The contrast is brilliant, it's live, it's fresh.

Let's go get a float, or maybe the boat,
out at the lake once again.

There's nothing I want more than to stay.

I want to laugh and drink and play.

But the drunks must go home, The dog mustn't roam,
out at the lake once again.

We all got back to our small, little town.

I approached my house with a small, little frown.

But I got a text from the girl I like and I was a hit, not a strike,
out at the lake once again.