G
When the rain pours on our tent
C
In the wee wee midnight hours
G
but every whisper is meant
D
And the frogs have formed a choir
G C D
You jump in without a bathing suit
G C D
and you come up freezing cold
And the flashlight battery's out
but we make up silly stories
we draw creatures in the sand and hope they can't be real
but they're waiting somewhere out there
for that hungry feeling
Wildfires paint these skies
the plague has reached the city
the river roars loud
like horses running free
There's nothing but the footprints left
when the bulldozers reach our field
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