Come see me by the lakeshore
On a beautiful Sunday afternoon
I’ll bring the new picnic blanket
I just bought from Amazon.
 
Come take your bike and hit the trail
But don’t forget some ice-cold beer
I’ll wait for you under the tree
I just claimed as ours today.
 
Come watch the waves roll in and out
And people stoked for a summer sun
Too bad you will never make it here
Figments of imagination never do.