Ice cubes melt in a tall, slow glass Radio plays where the brass lines pass Bare feet sway on the warm wood floor Every little minute wants one more The sun leans low, calling out my name Even the clouds play a drifting game Lazy summer days, rolling like waves away Nothing to prove, nowhere to race Just the tide and the soft parade Of lazy summer days Lemon light through the curtains falls Old postcards hum in the quiet halls Ceiling fan turns in the golden heat Life takes a nap, skips a gentle beat The breeze writes notes it will never send Time’s on holiday, no need to end Lazy summer days, rolling like waves away Nothing to prove, nowhere to race Just the tide and the soft parade Of lazy summer days Let the minutes stretch like honey in the sun If nothing gets done, maybe that’s the fun Colors get slow, and the air turns sweet Even my heartbeat takes a seat Lazy summer days, rolling like waves away Nothing to prove, nowhere to race Just the tide and the soft parade Of lazy summer days
