You build it up to tear it down

And give it almost all you have

And keep the most important piece

So failure won't have all its sting.



Summer's coming

Winter's running

Keep her near you

Don't kill the fear.



It's afternoon on 101

Floor heat on and windows down

The sun has two more hours of life

Before its last dying breath.



She is smiling

Salty air is

Filling our lungs

Life is open.



She leaned over

Whispered to me so softly,

"Wouldn't it be nice."



It's almost more than I can stand

It's hard to take all of it in

I'm trying to find the monkey's hand

To keep the beauty from ten.



And say, maybe someday I'll be lucky

It's not my fault I'm still stuck here.



Summer's coming

Winter's running

Keep her near you

Don't kill the fear...