If I could paint the perfect picture
It's you and me by the Bay
There's a soft breeze on our faces
It's near the end of the day
God is using his entire crayon box
In the evening sky right now
Look over our left shoulder
The moon's sailing on a cloud
There's a twinkle of light in the distance
On the Eastern Shore tonight
There's a twinkle in our eyes
We're lucky and we're living right
I'm driving that straight line home
I feel so good I cannot speak
But I can sing, and this is my song
Of you and the Chesapeake