Fishing the Ponds

(Verse 1) Out at high noon, under the low country sun, We hit the water, but the fish are having fun. Casting our flies, looking quite the sight, But the fish are below, throwing a rave all night. (Pre-Chorus) The heat's on high, the water's warm, The trout are in Vegas, avoiding the norm. (Chorus) Fishing the ponds with no trout to be found, The temps are too hot, the fish are underground. They're partying at the bottom, with a disco ball so bright, While we dance our lines, in the midday light. (Verse 2) The reeds are laughing, at our sunburned face, We keep on casting, in a truly endless chase. The sun beats down, like a cosmic joke, And I swear I saw a fish, lighting up a smoke. (Pre-Chorus) The heat's on high, the water's warm, The trout are at a luau, avoiding the norm. (Chorus) Fishing the ponds with no trout to be found, The temps are too hot, the fish are underground. They're partying at the bottom, with a piña colada in hand, While we dance our lines, like a country-western band. (Bridge) We talk of other times, when the water was cool, When the fish would bite, now they're playing pool. But today we’re chasing dreams, under the blazing sky, In the lands of the low country, while the fish drive by. (Verse 3) Evening falls, and the sky turns red, Still no fish, but we’re laughing instead. We pack up our gear, with a comical grin, For tomorrow’s another day, to make these fish spin. (Pre-Chorus) The heat's on high, the water's warm, The trout are doing karaoke, avoiding the norm. (Chorus) Fishing the ponds with no trout to be found, The temps are too hot, the fish are underground. They're partying at the bottom, with a conga line so wide, While we dance our lines, like we’ve lost our pride. (Outro) In the lands of the low country, where the rivers flow slow, We'll be back tomorrow, with our lines to throw. Fishing the ponds, with a hope that's profound, For the love of the cast, and the laughs we've found. (Instrumental Lead Guitar) (End)