We'll drink horse bark root beer and sit on your back stairs and I'll whisper in your hair in the summer air in the summer air
And the sweat will roll down our backs and we'll follow animal tracks to a tree in the woods and a hole in the leaves we'll see the bright baby eyes of a chickadee
how will I know how will I know
And the sweat will roll down our backs and we'll follow animal tracks to a tree in the woods and a hole in the leaves we'll see the bright baby eyes of a chickadee the bright baby eyes of a chickadee