My car is parked just up the road.
Getting here I walked a half mile.
The trees at the lake lean towards me
And the sand falls in my shoes while
The air is blue with the moonlight
Flashing around off the watery
Pool's surface, defining clear
As though I won the lottery,
I count myself lucky to find
My seat in the old July air
At the water's edge, I lie back
And look at you, my only care
To see you point into the sky
I see the first rocket's fire trail
The first sound comes behind the light
Of the explosive's shrieking wail
We gasp as one and plug our ears
As it bursts, to inspire fear
The colors seem to make eyes burst
So far away, it seems so near
The show proceeds, gets louder still
Finale takes my breath away
You start to stand, but then give up
We cannot help but sit and stay.
As the smoke clears, the moon comes back
The people leave, the air is quiet.
It happens once again next year.
You return, you can't deny it.