Park song, part whichever

Too many months passed on concrete, without so much as a single afternoon spent stretched out on a blanket with a book a best friend. To the big park we go, the one we'd seen on TV. The one she'd been to once before and forgotten.

So much to do in a city pulsing all around us. But the heat wave won over any guide book plans that had been suggested. When London gives you a sunny afternoon, we figure this is how to spend it.