Sitting at the wheel
An old man I don't know
A friendly soul
Not sure what he feels
Between hay and branch
On the way towards the coast
As the sun leaves it's post
And the road makes us dance
Travelling lightly
Barely carrying a thing
And she smiles so brightly
While I begin to sing
About this summer evening
And the warm summer feeling
About time that feezes
When I'm with you it pleases me
The truck is rusty
There is hanging fruit
And some boxes of honey
On the side of the route
The horizons thin stripe
At the edge of the sea
I imagine that with glee
And eat a fig that is perfectly ripe
Travelling lightly
Barely carrying a thing
And she smiles so brightly
While I begin to sing
About this summer evening
And the warm summer feeling
About time that feezes
When I'm with you it pleases me
About this summer evening
And the warm summer feeling
About time that feezes
When I'm with you it pleases me