Ride To Summer
I wanna tell you a story filled with love and glory / I wanna tell you a story filled with money and jewels / I wanna tell you a story that is bloody and gory / I wanna tell you a story that is filled with sex and mules / but I don't have a story filled with tales of glory / all I have is you
I wanna grow a garden filled with trees and flowers / I wanna grow a garden filled with beautiful plants / and in that special garden I want to sit for hours / in that perfect garden I want to learn to dance / but I don't have a garden filled with pretty flowers / all I have is you
and under the stars at night / if I ever get to see them / I know I will feel perfectly alright / someday maybe I will be them
I wanna draw a picture filled with rainbows and windows / I wanna ride to summer on a pegasus' back / I wanna sit in a tree house where a sweet smelling wind blows / I wanna sit in that treehouse and maybe even look back / and I will find that treehouse and cover it with rainbows / and I will sit in it with you
copyright 1997 (BMI)