Sitting on the front porch,
on a Saturday morning,
the sun was shining brightly,
but it could be storming,
I wouldn't really care,
I had nothing to do.

Already did my homework,
cleaned my room,
completely bored to death,
but that's nothin' new;
just close my eyes and think
of all the fun I'd have with you...

If you were here,
we'd have a picnic in the park,
we'd get lost in the woods,
wouldn't get home till it was dark.

If you were here,
we'd play basketball,
ride bikes, boring things,
I wouldn't care all.

We'd climb trees till we ran out,
of trees to climb,
in one you'd etch a heart,
your initials and mine.

We'd run up a hill,
the breeze hitting our faces,
we'd lay on our back,
linked hands, it amazes
me of all the things that we could do...

...If you were here,
and we spent the day,
together, then at the end,
we sit on the curb, and I'd say,

"You're here,
please don't ever go..."
I think I'd look over at you,
and you'd smile, I know.

And as the last beam of
Saturday's sun,
disappeared behind the horizon
our fun,

would of ended,
just like that,
and I'd look over and see it
empty were you sat.