Bails of Hay

no cares or worries no race to be won just laughter and fun Just slow down the pace and remember the place where we first kissed Laying around all day seats made out of bails of hay sometimes I think I could just stay this way fishing and swimming all day long singing along to a country song tubing down the steam and sharing all our dreams we were a team partners in crime anything I had was yours and mine high pace cities have same sunrise and set but the country life is where we met It taste so bitter sweet for He is not mine hold and its this big world in which I'm left to feel so cold