i won t be around to cut your holiday trimmings down i won t be there to hold your hand from where i stand you don t appear to need it and the summer end like a ruined heir we tried to read it don t think we can a spider you can t catch a cunning rusty latch a weatherman acting coy a web you can t destroy but i m your boy although you may not need it and the summer flew i know how hard you tried to beat it but we both knew the light comes in much too early every day it wakes me up but it won t chase those dreams away the light comes in much too early every day it wakes me up but it won t chase those dreams away