• The soft touch of grass
    beneath my feet
    is what I'm waiting for.
    For this white to pass
    and the sun to beat
    upon my face a lot more.
    I wanna run bare-footed
    upon the hot black top.
    I wanna feel the wind
    in my hair.
    I'm waiting for summer
    'cause thats when its funner
    for no one has a care.