This was the summer of your dad at the UN
And the voice of Brian Wilson
And the rain.

Maybe she'll come back to you now,
She could turn around on Friday,
Maybe she'll realise it then.

Shouldn't your friends know better now?
Maybe they say these unkind things
Never dreaming they hurt you.

And she may turn around,
And see a clearer day.

You would like to get away,
To arrive in the Delta on a train.
With one suitcase.
And if you had a grandmother in Jackson
You would stay with her and rest beneath
The dogwood trees.

And she may turn around
And see a clearer day,
And see a clearer light.
You won't, you will not give in to despair
(You start your car), it's everywhere
But in your heart.