If you look for me, that’s where I’ll be.
behind a shade tree, drinking sweet tea
collecting all my lonesome thoughts.
I’m not worried about any battles I’ve fought,
and the smell of freshly baked bread pulls me there
The time, the place, I always know where
I’m thinking about what will come tomorrow—
the waiting for whatever will be my sorrows.
But at least at the end of the day,
I’ll drink sweet tea, as I watch June bugs play
Sitting on my front porch dreaming
While my Silent mind is scheming
Things I know I’ll never do
As I sit sadly thinking of you
