Today I caught a lemon that had fallen from a tree
And somehow it reminded me of you, and then of me
Not because you’re sour or because I have a bitter taste
But because it’s a task to make the perfect lemonade
But when you find that perfect lemon and you wait
For it to ripen and to catch it in your hand
Although it seems you’ve sailed the seven seas
There’s nothing more refreshing than the ocean breeze
Not because that lemon had fallen from the tree with ease
But because you know the juice was worth the squeeze.
