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.