Eight Days a Week
When things get hectic,
Sitting by the lake,
Is she truly me?
This is what happens,
Oh, my favorite place
A place of great memory
My spot by the lake.
When things get hectic,
This is my spot of refuge
All my pains are eased
Sitting by the lake,
I can see my reflection
She's staring back at me
Is she truly me?
Sometimes I really do wonder
She is so carefree
This is what happens,
This is me, I suppose
Me at my lake spot.
