A passing lyric

Basking the busk

Basking the busk.

As the sun beats down

On a usual dull town.

The locals beigin to smile.

laughter and love fills the air

as it hasn’t done for a while.

Dogs are barking and children play.

Nothing will ruin this sunny, warm day.

Sunbathing for hours to get a tan,

while basking in the sound of the towns busking man.