I marvel as I sip upon my sweet tea,
I'm popeyed at the sweetness of my sweet-peas,
The blooming of my trees,
Why does the sun shine down on me?
I'm grateful for the greatness of your soft hands,
And thankful for the cleanness of my pressed pants,
You part the clouds, still I don't see,
Why does the sun shine down on me?
Sometimes I hear,
Sometimes I listen,
Most of the time I'm stubborn and indifferent,
Often I'm sad, knowing what I'm missing,
And, all the time, I'm wishing this were all so different.
Thinking of asking that the end don't come too soon,
'Cause I got a friend or two who could use a friend like you,
'Cause it's getting colder,
Now I see just why the sun shines down on me.
Upon my friends,
Down on my daughter,
A beam of light to walk upon your water,
Shine on, and bless my mother and my father,
Pray for me when I could be bothered.
If my house goes up in flames, give it a douse please,
But never let the flame you lit inside my heart cease,
I cannot without the heat from your son shining down on me,
I cannot without the heat from your son shining down on me,
I cannot without the heat from your son shining down on me,
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