Chinese On The High Spot

I remember Chinese on the high spot,
Chicken in the park,
Sunsets on a dirt road,
Laying in the dark.

A million shades of blue skies,
Driving around for hours,
Rivers, frogs and butterflies,
Picking wild flowers.

Up on a mountain peak, above
An ocean of pine tree green.
Photo after photo of things and places
You've never seen.

Tiny friends there humming
Around a coke a cola can.
Your running nose and sneezing,
Cleaning all my fans.

Egg sandwiches and french fries,
"Coke", there's nothing like the real thing.
Wendys baked potatoes, let's not
Forget the sour cream.

Picking fruit high on a rooftop,
Walking through a fort,
Star gazing on a truck hood,
Accompanying me to court.

These things and more I do remember,
These things you think I have forgot,
Midnight talks and all it's music...
Chinese on the high spot.