A Natural – Gordon Downie

We’d line up cans on the picnic table
In the backyard across the long
You stood soaking wet in your bathing suit
Taking deadly aim with your BB gun

You are a natural
Kissed by the sun
You are a natural
You’ve just begun

With every can you’d hit you’d smile the thinnest smile
You’d barely savour the applause
Or the jealousy of the older ones
Just before you’d calmly killed a can, you’d cause

You are a natural
There in the sun
You are a natural
Beautiful and young

And with all my life, I’ll probably miss those days
Wiled away with you spent on nothing much
Watching you shoulder things, take deadly aim
Your finger on the trigger, your gentle touch

You are a natural
You’ve only just begun
You are a natural
I’m the lucky one

I’m the lucky one
I’m the lucky one
I’m the lucky one