This is the song I sing
At the top of my lungs
Soaked down to my socks
I love it.
To run through the middle of the woods,
in the middle of Prospect Park,
in the middle of Brooklyn.
In the rain on Wellhouse Drive.
Only the birds here me.
They don't mind
The trees are my wife's favorite shade of green
That new green.
The road is covered with puddles of petals.
Let Love Reign O'er Me