Fields and yards
Fields and yards

Fields and yards
Fields and yards
Fields and yards
Fields and yards

At the end of the week, sends me flying in a wink
And the sprinklers all turn into something [?]
And the long nights with the fire, barely breathing with you

Fields and yards
Fields and yards
Fields and yards
Fields and yards

I see little girls and boys jumping in puddles of rain, puddles of rain
I look to the sky and I see a rainbow swallowing my eye

I can hear you smiling