Peach tree mornings

Cool dark nights

Tall trees and soft breeze

Just blinkin’ satellites

 

What strange things happen

In these quiet lonely hills

Ice cream truck bells play

This simple life kills

 

(Speaking part interlude with same chords played)

 

Well I was walking down the street by myself one night, 

After I came home from college,

And I heard a little tune play and I found myself runnin’

It was an ice cream truck! At midnight! 

Oh how strange life is at times…