ICED TEA
(words and music by E.P. Schwartz)

I'm just sittin' out here in the sun
nothing on my mind
my troubles behind me
I've got no reason to run
I swat a fly
off the rim of my iced tea

I've neglected to give myself
a day like this for too long
Now it' here
and it's clear
this is where I belong

I'm just sittin' out here by the street
working on a song
and thinking about breakfast
I've got no reason to run
all of my tasks
are avoidable tasks

If Heaven exists
it can't feel better than this
I've got a lay of the land
I've got time on my hands
this is my summer jam

The smell of fresh mown grass
is in the air
the buzz of life
suspended in time
is simply everywhere

Do you want to get something to eat?
Someone's been grilling
and I could go for a gyro
don't worry it's my treat
and if he gets it all right,
this waiter's my hero

Days like this
aren't what you'll remember when you go
so while it's here
hold it dear
before you let it go

The smell of fresh mown grass
is in the air
the buzz of life
suspended in time
is simply everywhere

Let's find a really long road
drive it 'til we see
something we've never seen
Listen to tunes and take it slow
we can eat our gyros
underneath a willow tree

The gray of the road
against the green and summer blue
one iced tea for me
one for the sun
and a lemonade for you