Pull down all the drapes
And I see the open sky
Up above
No clouds are gray
And I'm sure all the birds
Are in love
Let me see
My schedule is free
For Sunday
Call up all my friends
And agree on a meeting place
Not too far
We'll make some shade
Bring your bikes and roller blades
Leave the car
Let me see
Twenty-eight degrees
We're laughing
Lounging with a crowd
In a field full of smiles
In a primal trance
The shoeless pound the ground
I'm moved, and I'm laughing
I'm happy to let it go
New friend with the blue eyes shining
The mountain is my space today
Today is a good day
Michel Abou-Samah
Shawn Campbell
©1999