Sun’s already cooking the driveway black Bare feet dancing on the asphalt track Sprinklers spinning like a crazy clock Kids screaming, “Don’t you dare stop!” Heatwave rising, feel it in your bones Sweaty smiles and sticky ice-cream cones Family, friends, the whole damn crew Summer’s punching and it’s punching through Mud between the toes, grass in the hair Somebody’s grilling, smoke in the air Cold drinks sweating in the cooler shade This is the day that memories are made Turn the dial, let the water fly Rainbow arcs against a blue-sky high Running through the spray in soaking clothes Nobody cares how crazy it goes Sprinkler kingdom, rule it all day Laugh until the water runs away Muddy knees and sunburned cheeks These are the summers everybody seeks Dad’s got the hose, Mom’s got the snacks Cousins diving in for the big attacks Slip-n-slide rivers down the hill Time slows down but the heart stands still Boat cuts the water like a silver knife Wakeboarder flying, living the life Cannonballs exploding off the dock Towels on the sand, flip-flops in a stack Lake day forever, keep the engine low Sun on the water, let the worries go Friends on the bow, family in the stern Every little moment’s a lesson we learn Fishing lines lazy in the afternoon haze Coolers full of lemonade and summer days Sunset paints the sky in orange and gold Stories get better every time they’re told Kickball in the yard after the rain Bases are puddles, rules are insane Slide into home with a muddy grin Everybody’s covered, nobody wins… or everybody does Muddy victory, wear it like a crown Dirt on the jersey, never coming down Games in the grass, laughter in the air Summer doesn’t care if your shoes are a pair Tug-of-war ropes and water-balloon wars Sunscreen battles and open screen doors Grandpa still diving for the winning catch Proof that the kid inside never left Burgers on the grill, corn on the cob Watermelon sticky, perfect for the job Chips in the bowl, salsa on the side Everybody’s hungry and the table’s open wide Cooler full of sunshine, ice-cold and bright Lemonade and sweet tea hitting just right Good food, good drinks, good people around This is the taste of summer town Auntie’s secret recipe, Uncle’s tall tales Kids sneaking cookies while the grown-ups fail Paper plates stacked like a paper tower Flavor of freedom in every single hour Maps folded wrong and the playlist long Singing every word to the same old song Rest-stop snacks and sideways looks Miles melting under the summer books Road trip radio, turn it up loud Dust on the dashboard, heads in the cloud Family packed tight in a rolling machine Making the memories in between Mountains or beaches, lakes or the plains Doesn’t matter where as long as it rains Somewhere between “Are we there?” and “Let’s go” You find the best version of the people you know Engine humming soft as the day winds down Sky turning purple over the little town Bare feet dangling off the side of the bow Salt or freshwater – doesn’t matter now Boat light glow, cutting through the dark Stars coming out like a private spark Friends leaning close, voices getting low This is the summer that we’ll never outgrow Anchor dropped just for the quiet view Someone passes drinks, someone starts a tune Laughter floating across the gentle wake Every little ripple is a promise we make Blankets on the lawn, frisbees in flight Cornhole battles lasting past the light Sparklers drawing circles in the night air Kids chasing fireflies without a care Backyard empire, we built it ourselves From the picnic table to the old wood shelves Sweaty and happy and covered in grass These are the nights that never quite pass Music from the speaker, dancing in socks Neighbors showing up with extra ice blocks No plan required, just open the gate Summer’s the only thing that never runs late Popsicle melting faster than we can eat Juice running down to the dusty street Bike chains clicking in the golden hour Freedom tasting sweeter than any flower Sticky finger days, hold on tight Chasing the sun until it turns to night Family around and friends at your side These are the moments we keep locked inside Climbing the tree that still holds our names Jumping the fence for a hundred new games Somebody’s camera catching the blur Proof that the best days never quite were We came for the heat and we stayed for the light For the muddy shoes and the endless night For the food on the table and the drinks in the hand For the people who make this the best kind of land One more summer song, sing it with me Loud enough the stars can hear the harmony Family, friends, the whole wild crew Summer’s not over till we say it’s through Sprinklers still spinning in the rear-view glass Lake water drying on the weekend pass Boats in the driveway, maps on the seat Heart full of memories and both hands full of heat Final tag (everyone): Heatwave rising… Sprinkler kingdom… Lake day forever… We’re still right here.
