It's almost February, and teenagers are dreaming of the summer,
at the Lake
sailboat boys with sunburned faces and deck shoes
waitress girls with ponytails and perfect teeth
They'll work all day under cloudless skies, or
out on the blue water
Then, after the tourists have gone to bed they'll get together
drink cheap beer, talk about fast cars and seeing the world
They will feel almost grown up
hundreds of miles from their suburbs, the pressure of ACT and college loans
almost February and we are all dreaming of summer
all of us who remember