It's crazy, finding the patience to lie here
bronzing on my meadow,
just staring at the sky
waiting, dreaming, longing,
contriving a way
to find you by my side,
to no longer fear precipitous impulse,
waiting, still asking
why it's just another Coppertone kind of day.

Let the sun consume me, and my own body sear,
I'll ponder in the shade, retreat under the oak tree here,
waiting, dreaming, thinking how to to say "I really do love you" when
you're ready to hear my true feelings for you and you only, and why
this was just another Coppertone kind of day.