In the rooms where windows open to the sea
In the terrace courts where kids are playing leisurely
In the quiet place where lines you trace to me
Echo out to the ceiling
Memory on the breeze

Low the pool and high the tides, this summer heat
Throw the shade care of the Tar and Eucalyptus trees
Pulls us over to the oaken canopy
Songs flow by in the evening
Memory on the breeze

Heather growing with an appetite to feed
Do the dramas play as characters hope and believe?
In a dream I go and people come with me
Future's right on the slipstream
Memory on the breeze