we were all waiting for the month of may to cut our long hair and learn how to walk away now it s gone and now you ll never stay we were all waiting for the month of may to wash our dirty palms covered in paper mch now it s gone remember memorial day whoo who whoo who whoo who whoo who helicopters fall from trees and bury me in bad news all i want is to dream again so i can see you listening in the morning to phaedra sing the blues all i want is to dream again we were all waiting for the month of may before we cut our teeth we bit our tongues in dismay now it s gone the setting sun s tooth decay we were all waiting for something to say but when we woke up it was labor day now it s gone and now it s gone now it s gone now it s gone now it s gone now it s gone now it s gone now it s gone now it s gone now it s gone now it s gone now it s gone now it s gone now it s gone now it s gone