Fields and yards Fields and yards Fields and yards Fields and yards Fields and yards Fields and yards At the end of the week, sends me flying in the And the sprinklers all turn into something [?] And the long [?] barely breathing with you Fields and yards Fields and yards Fields and yards Fields and yards I see little girls and boys jumping in puddles of rain, puddles of rain I look to the sky and I see a rainbow swallowing my eye I can hear you smiling