stuck my back on the lane

painted fresh, i’m still sane

thinking back as I lay

bathing neighborhood breezes

flashback ’07 scenes

nod my head to the rumbles beneath my feet

let me drown in isolation

lemonade, a bit sweet

scents of manicured green

to be where i wanna be

to be where i wanna be

struck a vine on the way

gleamed on sight a good play

said he’s gonna be saving the day

backed by neighborhood breezes

citing favorite scenes

oscillating the rumbles beneath my feet

if you could draw the line, a favor

scents of premature May

carry on a bourrée

to be where i wanna be

to be where i wanna be

let me drown in isolation

lemonade, a bit sweet

scents of manicured green

to be where i wanna be