How about a sidewalk stroll

to the evening world of swings and slides,

of benches, backyard fences looming high?

How about an evening stroll

to the bathtub world of towels and clothes,

of water that dissolves your mouth,

of soap that cleans your soul?

How about a bathtub stroll

to the bedroom world of sheets and pillows,

laid in shades of pinks and yellows?

Climb up on this cloud couch

and we'll sleep away the sunrise, baby