Take me on a Sunday trip.
I don’t care – anywhere you want to go.
Some place where the air is clean,
Where we can smell the flowers.
If within the hour it starts to rain
We’ll pretend
It’s still a sunny day.

Let’s get on a bus.
There’s a stop—a forest just a mile away.
We’ll find a tree to lie beneath,
A mighty oak to hide us.
If the clouds blow in again,
We’ll pretend
It’s still a sunny day.

The road lay in dusky darkness,
The scent of night hung heavy in the air.
My path obscured, I hid in fear,
Looked up and you were there.

The meadow was bathed in moonlight.
Fragrant wild flowers filled the musky air
Aroused by sensuous touch, I woke in fear,
Looked up and you were there.

I lie down in dusky darkness.
The scent of sex hangs heavy in the air
My body opens to your touch, no fear.
I know when I look up you will be there.