| "Lazy Sunday" | |
| LAZY SUNDAY I sit in my backyard a breeze in my face Its warm as the sunshine and leaves not a trace. A plane fly's over I look up to see sky has no clouds, and the plane's behind the trees. REFRAIN A lazy sunday in Georgia the birds incessantly sing The Magnolia tree hangs over the backyard and the chime softly rings Red berries on the tree, never noticed them before. there's an overgrown palm plant, and patio decor. I look toward the back shed which stores all my stuff Box's of memories but, my home has enough. REFRAIN I drink my drink, a guitar softly strums This lazy Sunday in Georgia fully numbs. sitting alone by myself, But y'know I'm not bored After a week of hard work , it's my reward. REFRAIN written by Karen C. Link (Andrews) October 2nd, 2005 | |