because i was thinking of summer

we sat on rooftops and hollered at the top of our lungs
we are alive we are alive we are alive
and I hid a dollar under one of the shingles
because i knew we might need it one day.
we peered down at rivers and lakes,
wisely deciding against a swim.
and that tree, the tallest i'd ever seen,
we climbed its old twisted branches,
scraping knees and forearms on our way to the top.
i loved those summer days with you,
the indiana sun turning our shoulders red
sticky hands from fresh peaches at the market
our ankles tickled by overgrown grass
as we walked and talked and foolishly dreamed.




now i'm out a dollar and a friend or two,
but who cares because
i am alive i am alive i am alive