in the tall grass of a long sun a quiet repast and i'm sweet nothings

come hell i'm your lover your man your friend your fair weather

it's a world stopped afternoon passion legs your wordless

all blue routes to your birth place chalk white wincing pretty in it



summer dress your hair's wet and gets into our kisses

can you tell why my intentions always wind up near misses

there's a kindness in your smile but my sky plays fatal music

there's the promise and the shell of great beginnings seldom finished



in the laze of a barefoot afternoon. what's a boy to do?

sunday eyes, am i losing you? is the summer really through?



straps down and overtired if i had a favorite picture

i'd call it right now, uncertain, braced for your disaster

summer gown were you sent down to wrestle me to reason

i'm a thrown fight in your favor i'll do everything but listen to you now



in the laze of an empty afternoon. it's all happening too soon.

sunday eyes, am i losing you? say it isn't true.



in the summer you really know

that it doesn't feel like the summer so much anymore

but i keep trying to find you somewhere smiling

over me over you over me



summer girl all summer long you know the winter's wrong

southbound those motel towns can mend most broken mornings

there's citrus groves where noone knows the fruit of truth from evil

and a long walk on a short pier means nothing more than swimming here



there's an end but we don't get to choose. we can only lose.

if i cried a river just for you

would you swim in it some sunny afternoon?



in the summer you'll really know

you're the only summer that i think i'll ever know

so i'll keep trying to find you somewhere smiling

over me over you over me